death
or life
doesn't come
with instructions
written down
for us to ignore
with spare parts
rusting in vain
nor does it accept
past due payments
or barter
with guards on watch
lighting cigars
blowing smoke
up our asses
another
angelic
anomaly
(michael at it again)
yeah right
do we finally get to rest
with legs crossed
and feet on a cloud
(without a bottle)
i wonder who will be
at the finish line
with me
where stocked with cold ones
has no meaning
or will the pearly gates
be lined
with live forevers
loose screws
and spare parts
with instructions
we ignored
i just want
janis' mercedes
In a list
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Great, now I have Janis singing inside my head.
She's one of my goddesses, grew up 14 miles from her hometown. Didn't matter much though, she died two weeks after Jimi died, and I was born.
I went to a dedication held for her, and talked to her brother, and he wasn't very nice regarding her, at all. If fact, he was downright nasty. Seems she left a lot of pain behind when she came back to California and went and died.
I'd still like that Mercedes.
Rambling. Sorry.
Smoke up our asses, amen.
Jin
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I think you're one of the most insightful poets around.
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the ending cinches it -
but, its meloncholy. i worry about you some days my dear friend.
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