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STRANGELOVE

AGAIN

A SHOT AWAY

shot in the arm
shot in the back

Merry Clayton
backing your jumping
jack vocals

the whole planet
about to boil

rise up, straming, foaming,
bubbling over

but
if we go
(fast fast
not slow)

at least we can tell ourselves
with songs like these

we were
more than microbes,
were
way more

than
just froth

ABUNDANCE

a single seed

making the Universe its
own garden

garden upon garden
gardens within gardens

the green
in your fingers you
can speak
of it as archetypal
mystical magical

soon we will have
be
the machines
that can really tell

BECAUSE OF THE LIE

COCOON

MOVES

BREATHLESS WITHOUT BREATH

BREATHLESS
WITHOUT BREATH

got no Elon
Musk starship

no Colorado Mountain
bunker with
all the mod cons

so let
the bombs fall
missiles zero in

let my self split into
muliples like
every heavy
metal atom
under the Sun

who cares
if the system burns
the towers collapse

not me
nothing got to lose
as indifferent as
the darkness
of the Universe, to
how
the dice fall, what
comes about

the life of all those digital
billions of
pure
civilization

gets flashed, windstormed
burnt to ash

TROUBADOUR TOWN

we spent a day
and night
in
troubadour town

you
with your passable Italian
fiuenr French

and me
with smatterings
of Esperanto and
Provencal

rode every ride at the carnival
having
put our books down

feastimg on pizza and shwarmas
homemade beer and bread
tasty bake potatoea
and
much meat pies

and me a card-
carrying vegan before
this date
was less contrived

than magically
came about

and at
the day’s dizzy pinnacle
the death
dipper at its height

we wondered if this
were Heaven if
Heaven might
be real

then
plummeted (air
sucking the
screams
out of
our lungs

runaway trian on
crazy
tiny
track

full
roller-
coaster down

can sing
of our day in troubadour town

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