don't knock
nobody home
put up a sign
doctor's gone
:fishing
:looking for fun
:looking for love in all the wrong places
check one
meanwhile
in some fool's paradise where men are men
and women are dreams invented and
children thrive and time flies and
nobody's hungry not even the dogs
the natives are restless
an ill wind blows
the fruit rots in the grass
and the beat goes on all night
we see what you see
we want what you want
you buy what you want
we want what you got
bonfires down shore
torch light licking river
old crone throwing bones
trouble brews in melting pot
we hear what we hear
you hear what you want to hear
we know what's what
we take what you got
old river rolls on
beware the full moon shine
beware the black cat crossed twice
behold towering babble
land of the white man
all our brave dead
our blind leading our free
says jesus is coming (the one)
are you ready to meet him (the only good
Indian is a dead )
3 comments:
Great rhythms, repetitions like water over rocks ... definite proof that poetry should resound in the ear as well as be a treat for the eye ...
adamant foreboding in full stride... nobody does it better.
Whoa ! but that be one dandy photo montage !
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