Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Yeah all them Fluxus
poets, musicians artists

Keep on flowin man
play your guitars on the
subway,

Sing just like Bob Marley
(pretend that it's the 1920's
and you're e.e. cummings
in the Village)

Why should we capitalize
his name, when he did
not

(So go write
your poetry)

Drink up,
fill your cups,
love your women

Dreamtimer man
dreamtimer
get on with it

the shuffling off to paradise
it's just them whiskey visions
sober up man
sober up

find your
own visions
find your own
god


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