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slowburn

there was a spider hanging out in my coffee cup
pour it right in and she didn’t look up
but the java was jive and she was so fast
crawled out alive just before i drank the last

Letter in the box from the government
kinda trying to find out where you went
your name is new, and your past is concealed
The pressure grows, but never is the truth revealed

it’s a slow burn
sometimes you never learn
it’s a slow burn,
time to take your turn

Cop at the stop light looking at your plates
running out of gas with your lucky breaks
step on the pedal, you take a right
a little unsettled, drive off into the night

people on the street -they are not amused
napololeon in rags is saying everything confused
dangerous truth, all wrapped up in lies
No better proof, aim for right between the eyes
read a paper with a headline that don’t make no sense
Someone must be thinking there’s an audience
Before they act- will you get to know
you Better watch your back, ready for that one last slow…..

There’s a spider crawling back into a a spider hole
making room at the bottom for a fellow soul
you’re a goosestep away from a firm handshake
as a matter of fact that spider’s turning into a snake…

it’s a slow burn
sometimes you never learn
it’s a slow burn,
time to take your turn

America 2004

this was a response to a friend about impressions of 2004 events: war,
baseball, elections, etc….
it is unfinished and also (obviously) encouraged by Alan Ginsberg, may
he rest in peace, (thanks to
rocktripper (www.rocktripper.com) for the Jelly Roll Beat stuff, them
cats is cool)

america
I’m breathing
and there is phlegm in my lungs
america
I’ve decided that my tomorrow isn’t any more important than your
yesterday
– so here we are right now
america
i’m inundated with market strategy, branding, targeted sales,
personalized credit cards
and classical hits advertising a gas guzzling monster truck and a 50
inch tv
america
I block out the noise with my ipod, don’t mug me for it
america
I am fundamentally christian in a fundamentally christian nation,
raging christian values
against other religious fundamentalists
america,
the reality is bleak
but it’s in high definition as long as you don’t show any tits
america
my boys and girls are dieing on foreign soil
we are defending a nation that doesn’t exist – where they have a reason
to hate me
america
I’m promiscuous, fucking the small potatoes into french fries, serving
them up
with an obese and greasy breakfast combination
america
I got my bikini waxed and i’ve been liposucked into
the somebody i wanted to be
america
see my blog for more information, google my picture,
steal my identity but don’t ask for my social security number
america
i am a right click to make it my desktop and you’re forensically
searching my files,
america
would you verify this information with me before
you send me a gmail invation
america
I wonder about nuclear bombs and how are they doing, how do they
feel so unused and alone
america
I voted for the guy who didn’t get elected, i should move to Ohio
america
you sold me heroin for cheap, and i can shoot-up a twenty-four hour
hard-on with
it and a little extra cialis
america
i want to be a patriot, a designated hitter,
i liked being a red sox fan when they were underdogs, now i like the
iraqi
america
i have the whole 1993 season on four dvds and the extra bits and
bloopers are great
america
i get all my news from a late night talk show host, i stepped up to the
window and you served me
and thanks for the toy, i think i’ll collect them all
america
the aids quilt isn’t big enough to cover africa
america
i murdered my child, my wife, i had a boat that should have taken me to
china
or at least let me sail away from a setting sun
america
i am your terrorist, in your waking dream, your cold sweat on the
pillow, behind your locked doors,
living your catholic pornography, I’m your jew nigger fairy putting a
jaw with teeth under your pillow
america
i am freely speaking
america
i am in your classroom, sitting in the back, waving my hand trying to
get your attention, and you call on me
and then march me down to the principals office
america
i’m downloaded,
america
i’m standing on a beautiful shore, on a beautiful morning, and wave of
sadness rises up out of the ocean
america
excuse me i have to blow my nose

to the one on my left

you beg me for food
you stare
you moan
……food
you come up to me and peer into my
occupied place
i am busy
you are hungry

i will not let you starve
your back is toward me
you are taunting me
you check to see if i am looking
then you try to chew on something
that is not food
it is plastic
or rubber
you want food
i will not let you starve