for B.B.
Their end is all we have left to begin with
The Children without Histories sit in the empty theater seats
their faces perfectly sanitized of memory
the Humanities Director rehearses
inside their minds
his verses
pristine, manufactured
A red wheelbarrow shot up
on the room-size screen begs
to bleed rain
but it is not to be so
The Soul now excavated
is mute to the songless echoes
and the hack of tears stuck
in dry eyes
a beat up volkswagen with a bust of Beethoven
glued to the dashboard
where Jesus once sat
is coming over the hilly horizon
Tarot cards and ancient books flap a musical rhythm in the wind
and the artists are being called in
on an emergency
to paint the children some portraits.
What did you think
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Wonderful piece
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They'll need some clowns to entertain them while they sit and artists are notoriously bad with kids.
Red Wheelbarrow on the screen, huh. Must be an art house flik.
nice one Lisa
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I always loved this one, and I love you dedicated it to Bobbie.
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to(o) black or white
you can't erase pages from history regardless of or off
said the teacher stuffing the sanitary into her purse
one two three four
one one one
go!
pushing children the front
row
how much is the fish?
penis responds little eddie from the back seat
Volkswagen Jesus
oiled wine
would you give up your car to walk drunk
turbo?
add some color toyo ur
yes or no
keep in mind
before the altar there's only I do
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