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
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
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