Anvil Booker was no guarantee, Nimrod's son, wide awake, my generation, not what you wanted, not now not here coy, once upon a time nickels and dimes one way or another one of these days out of time Mrs. Brown's lovely daughter, broke paperback writer, only a pawn in their game, swallows peppermint twist open all night, parade of the horribles, Nadine Brown put 'em on the glass like old fashioned love songs "My brain is hanging upside down, neat neat neat" a few observations, sunspot backyard garden party forsaken fragments of fresh flesh must of got lost met privately with their lawyers, guns, and money fortunate son sitting to my right in submission, no sanctuary, superstition, surrender, none but the brave, nobody's diary. Mrs. Robinson snatches Mr. Tambourine Man, and the one they called Mr. Integrity. Ooh la la. Each other's bad company, girl gone wild, night moves, sultans of swing, mother and child reunion only the good die young in Oliver's army, Mother's little helper not faking it, one man's a gang, one headlight. One tin soldier on the sea of Galilee, Arial Sharon still in his coma after seven years of plenty, on the road again, one way out, not a trillion dollar golf game peace minus one, pay you back with interest one step into the light, one of us, Obama's presidential rag people who died, peeling back the foreskin of liberty for the piano man Pee-ro Juan Valdez Sam Quixote parasite host, pump it up, it's a political world. Private Idaho went M.I.A. planet earth 1988, police story pretty vacant, plastic bag, picture this, get a grip on yourself perpetual personality, the pied piper, please push no more, the power genocide gunpoint affection, this year's prophet get back, get down, get ready, get up, golden shower of hits, going going gone get your body beat, get off, harvest halfway to crazy said Avil, the happiest days of our lives, hate to say I told you so growing up the children of dust, groom's still waiting. The church of the holy spook, cigarettes and citizenship packed into an old blue chevy van, made it to oh Atlanta and back then died after that singular trip from Corpus Christi, sold it back to the same gypsies I paid on eggshell. Elvis is everywhere, a field of opportunity Eli's coming, eminent domain, embryo dead, Elvis on velvet, fire on the mountain, flowers on the wall, civil war face to face, remarks Eve, of destruction, Ezra's Cantos fake friends fading fast, long as I can see the light pipes Anvil, looking for a leader lost in America, a brutal planet, every picture tells a story, every grain of sand fighting in the streets, Cleveland rocks, Detroit City falls, drops into the night, city baby attacked by rats coast to coast cold professional, common people coal miner's daughter, glory days claw at idiot wind, as somebody screamed give peace a chance, others bellowed they would go down fighting, same fate, no regulation, no legislation prepared the goon squad, the goody two shoes troops of tomorrow, red shirted radicals, the queen of the silver dollar, rabbit fighter, punk rock girl, the righteous ones, or the green shirts of the green green grass of home for the grinder, the grey seal. Richard hung himself, the rhythm of the rain was a major contributor. Famous last words, return to sender. Over my head. Pablo Picasso never had to paint it black, use magnum force, just his lyin' eyes, mandolin wind, and maybe I was a golf ball, quips Anvil, adding Massachusetts was his favorite nation, miles from nowhere when you live in sweet home Alabama especially when the Medicine Jar still owned Maybelle's guitar. Now it has always been mate, spawn and die (probably of mind games) so the show must go on, but things smell a bit fishy, Shirley, should I stay or should I go? The silver dollar forger is a Shi'ite punk, Master Jack, you know Sister digs the sharpies; Modern Romans haven't a clue, have no momentum again miles from nowhere when Michael rows the boat ashore itchin' for action, the memory of Mesopotamia not lost in the air that I breathe the age of consent blindhammer in bikini red between the lines or the defenders of the faith, deep one perfect morning because the night principals of the death & resurrection show, are dedicated followers of fashion moving in stereo, ignoring my back pages no matter who you are as the age of quarrel plus outsider sacks our comfortable lives. Anvil with his never say never lonely teardrop Mike Twigger ax admires the question. Why are you so paranoid, they accuse. Anvil's quick to point to territorial pissings, then indigestion.
[ 2013, Lovettsville ]
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