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roll out the barrels the orange ones

Posted to Poetry and Politics

It was all getting pretty commercial on the east coast by seventy two I think it was being cut with some other things like speed, the best one I ever did was the worse one, window pane, pretty pure, then I ran away from home at the tender age of thirty three, joined a circus that was passing through D.C. and drove the elephant truck.

got a mantra going through my head when I write these days
maybe someday I will know what it means
language confusion and jam
the human use of human beings