(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes, us people are poems we're 90% a leanness of meaning approaching and once a time we moonshine rushing the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing the long hallway despite the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing the long stairs with the whiskey of and distilled to eighteen burning down our the hall down the in a building so that it always be there yes, part of a pair there on the bow of ark the most couple just back parked against a blue sky on a beatific in its Indian summer on the day that to its knees after strutting for a century without saying you or
and the was subsonic and the smoke was between the setup and the line 'cause we all on time for work that day we all boarded that for to fly and then while the fires were we all climbed up on the and then we all hands and into the sky
and every borough looked up when it heard the blast and then every dumb movie was summarily surpassed and the exodus uptown by foot and looked more like war than anything I've so far so far so far so fierce and a poetic so far gone that jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on and I'll tell you what, while at it you can the pentagon keep the keep each and TV that's trying to convince me to in some prep school plan to perpetuate retribution retribution even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in is still in the air and there's ash on our and ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on every from kitchen to Brooklyn and the are full of stories sudden twists and misses and every open bar is crammed to the rafters with tales of narrowly disasters and the whiskey is like before as all the country folks just shake heads and
so here's a to all the folks who live in Palestine
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a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation under the stone cold gaze of mt.
here's a toast to all nurses and doctors who daily women with a choice who down a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to listen to a woman's voice
here's a to all the folks on death row right now awaiting the guillotine who are shackled there with and can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a
'cause take our playstations and we are a third nation the thumb of some blue blood royal son who stole the oval office and that election I it take a weatherman to look and see the weather Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, and boy did he
and we hold these truths to be evident: #1 George W. is not president #2 America is not a democracy #3 the media is not me 'cause I am a poem hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so I'm looking out over my whole human and I'm my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil let us vow to get off of this shoo away the swarms of planes and find that train we lost once upon a time the line followed the river and into all the backyards and the was waving the graffiti was us from brick walls and we were rolling ridges through under I dream of touring like Duke in my own car I dream of on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station with grace and standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my
give back the its distant whistle give the darkness back its give the big oil the finger finally and how to rock-n-roll yes, the lessons are all us and a change is waiting there so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the and the air get our government to pull its big out of the sand of someone desert put it back in its and the hypocritical chants of freedom
'cause when one lone rang in two and one at ten nine on one one which is the number we all when that lone phone rang off the wall right off our desk and down the hall down the long in a so tall the whole world turned just to it fall
and while at it remember the first around? the the truck? the garage? the princess that even feel the pea? remember joking around in our on avenue D?
can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change design following a reversal of the New York skyline?!
it was a joke, of it was a at the and that was a few years ago so let the record that the FBI was all over case the plot was obvious and in everybody's face and scoping scene the CIA or is it committing crimes against humanity with this of eventuality as its for abuse expensive abuse and it didn't a clue look, another window to see way up on the floor key another 10% 90% 3000 some disguised as people on an almost too day must be more poems in some passion play so now it's job and my job to make it way to make sure they didn't die in sshhhhhh.... baby the train?