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bob dylan stepped offstage in denver just in time for the band to play us to sleep archives Wednesday, July 31, 2002 Smashing tubes for solid state broken alternator radiator jumper cable sleeping through the '80s, ragged anthems drool pillow filter black black black monday velvet paintings Miles and Coltrain freedom fighters misfits and junkies the tragic death of Marvin Gaye in self-defense every last lighter tunes down half a step if only I were 21 in 91 I would be done by now sinister migraine medicine abuse explosive stomach apothacary moods in your overcast skies, in your lightning eyes in my lumpy gravy of a brain streams in a drifting lie of a life so very fine posted by Shaun Minus 10:00 PM Wednesday, July 17, 2002 (the following is an old poem being reprinted here for the sole purpose of keeping the Blogger people from shutting this blog down for inactivity. But enjoy, nonetheless.) Sullivan's Ghost There's laughter in the tomb, a pool of fire in the womb. There's an echo of a smile from the freon fumes. A small black dot where his soul once stood And eyes like wine once upon a time. The ghost of Sullivan, spirit king of hooligans, Had us running like banshees in the shadows of the streets again And then we laid the funny man to rest In a midnight garden, in a misfit heaven for an eternity of jest. posted by Shaun Minus 12:01 AM |
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