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Hail John Elwood, in his prime, caught in rooms flesh-colored Pinned beneath his father's roof, alone and with no money Looking for a fix, or flesh, or rhythm in the halls Low John Elwood, creeping off, in women's clothes and make-up Snapping twigs and branches, bent on internet pursuits Tapping out a destiny in pitter-patter keystrokes Seasoned in the unkempt dust of laundry-room decay Soft, soft, soft John Elwood, crying out in fever Bent a back toward a screen to fill the world with lights Consuming stuff in subtle ways, a pizza clown in candor Shiny, shiny Elwood, John, the man of lowly passions Holding open doors for joy of disembodied jerseys Strutting through the dog-food walk, geometry of angels
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Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
john-elwood
John Elwood Ask the Blues
Hail John Elwood, in his prime, caught in rooms flesh-colored Pinned beneath his father's roof, alone and with no money Looking for a fix, or flesh, or rhythm in the halls Low John Elwood, creeping off, in women's clothes and make-up Snapping twigs and branches, bent on internet pursuits Tapping out a destiny in pitter-patter keystrokes Seasoned in the unkempt dust of laundry-room decay Soft, soft, soft John Elwood, crying out in fever Bent a back toward a screen to fill the world with lights Consuming stuff in subtle ways, a pizza clown in candor Shiny, shiny Elwood, John, the man of lowly passions Holding open doors for joy of disembodied jerseys Strutting through the dog-food walk, geometry of angels
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