Thursday, December 3, 2009

Y'all Straight?

Hey hey! all you Transcendentalists
and generals of Vagueness
new Obscurists in a flat world
We're all in the wash

We're all rung to dry
like raisins in the sun
having so much fun
perpetually kicking habits and breaking thumbs

trying to hitch a ride out of nowhere
anchoring to no place
Gotchas on the ride home
time outs for the timed out

Forever Young Eternally Bummed
got it all under outer space
stars are just stale light
the world is wilting

but dynamism isn't dead
and we're churning
in neighborhoods
and basements

chugging and rolling
stealing spotlight
punks in the potlight
promisers with stagefright

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