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from le via simp son by the tortoise and my hair

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lean-to willows fill with sparrows
begging god’s protection under bleeding suns
black clouds gather - the locusts scatter
a wet road grieves and turns to winds away
a dog out on the road tail between its legs

hobo ghosts, their box-carred souls
riding for their lives along a cargo line
we tap in time to fading rhymes
rehearsal to a show that was on last night
our fingers now fiddling frantically to keep the time

the air breathes thick, the crickets pace
grass freshly cut gives the air its taste
stinging streams of gasoline
running through a blood red handed race between
man and what he plants and what he reaps

the jig is up, the water’s rising
heroes baling out a boat that’s burning
our promised land - slip sharp in god’s great hands
feel his tense steel wire gripping round your neck
all helping hands below this shipwrecked deck

no one cares what you wear
you’re wearing nothing, you’re naked now
dance my child, wild round the fire
mother nature burning, deepens her desire
her back up for attack for years of rape

echoed words(echoed words), cawing birds
flying in and out an old man’s eye
a bloody river reflects a manmade mirror
the devil’s given in to all of our demands
this tangled web we weave with idle hands

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from le via simp son, released March 18, 2024

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the tortoise and my hair Guelph, Ontario

diary of a decomposing dog

this diary on this scary day is one of warmth again and play i am not going to say what my feeling really is in fact it’s just a lark that i have any at all no one’s left to listen, no one ever has, my bed’s been made un-wizened so been judged to be the best, but somehow just one wrinkle in my head is always left. ... more

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