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you're the only tennessee

setting out in search of the trickle down. town.
could be worse.



should be coming soon. coming home.

our heart break will be televised.
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tiny desks. winning numbers.

there's a hole where my pocket used to be. and i cant find my




changes. quartered and drawn.



recovered from this secretive cinematic bravado.
the song goes on forever...

haiku&i

here comes the one...

head in lap, heart in mouth.

and that's a fact.

the last corner 'round the track.

ashen and less than holy, and in forty days


you'll have my back.




leaves of grass and arguments concerning gawd. merge with the

infinite pleasure of never knowing, always knowing.



punch out a tune instead of a face, and we're three steps forward and three steps back. a drunken waltz for a failing trust.




post cards for the downwardly mobile. one for every failed prayer.

donations will be matched if they are dated before the thaw.

tungsten flash points times the power of now

blackened by weather. nothing but blue skies, and only this clear sense
of emulated retardation. quattro anno retained all the best parts
of the jettisoned
and now it's quarter past 4. turn left and the lights come...

on!

she wishes i wished that their wants were somewhat less
acerbic. mom's called today - had their say about 5 weeks ago, and now it's time for fosterer's
and forgetfulness.

'so you dont want anyone to know where you live.'

statement.

nothing to talk to about. bad dates.
worse timing.
slum around the old neighborhood looking
for flattened lincoln's and flattering
rememberances of happiness and flipped stomachs
never going inside to avoid recycling the one love all need to


avoid lest we
see it's
wrong to want something that's happy


without





knowing how or why. eye's that close
and hands that crush


she talks in her sleep and i cannot help dying when she says my name.

symmetry


shouldn't be afraid of the lost half inch of height and depth and breadth.

howl

i'm having a hard time recognizing myself

cant smoke, cant fight, cant stop

open wounds &
broken fate. gush . as in gutteral. the locals pearl and compare on the concave. seven
kilometers of scenery and a life of happy memories. before the foreclosure.


spots. bugs. exo-skeletal remains of homogeny and i'm leaving for good.
i spent 15 dollahs and 5 people to be this happy. abandoned plans, and new adventure. bombay.



amyotrophic lateral thinking pattterns and i dont care where she's from.


who knew.


dont.you.worry.about.a.thing.

names.

un~abbreviated. en francais it remains the same.
dirty kats and talking dogs. they dont mind
each other,
but there's no real dialogue.

living in bars. waiting for patience.
bruises will heal
face smash happiness times.
empire!

so softly it goes! polymath striation fevers
and the need to
focus detrackts from
whats really going on here.


en francais, it is reprised. a trip to the country
being entirely in order.