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Oh, migrant solemnity
Take away this moment of horror
From us who wear wool socks
Who present expansive expositions
Within seven seconds
Who replicate Roman gluttony
VIPs of the vomitorium
And **** room
Remove this curse
From which we suffer
A morning of obligation
Expel our fright
Of the morning
Clear away the white light
Millions of beams
Of metamerism
Us
Them
We and our igneous
Lapardian bed
Our feet, callowness
And our shed
Composed murmurs
Delicate sternness
Will reject them
We were once facetious
Had condescending ways
They'd believe us
And remained stranded on unmapped cays
We have yet to gain
The downpour
The desert desires
But have been cast and thrown
Unforgiven and disowned
Enslavement resides in hungry empty pockets
With politics and corporation cracking the whip
In this oligarchy, capitalist catastrophe
Backed by a national
Dry spell
We're laying face up
On the floor of the ocean
Floating to the top
Of a wine glass
We've done what we could
What have you done to us
Here we go
Cold

I wasn't blown away
By the Duino Elegies
But he's right about beauty and terror
Was in Vienna for 3 days

I like German food
But I'm pescatarian now
Only vegetarian sausage
Never drank much beer

The doc called it Meniere's disease
Vomiting, vertigo
Comes a Rattle and Hum
Tinnitus in my right ear

Arapahoe. Seminole. Apache.
Shawnee. Pawnee. Stays.
Thomas Builds the Fire
Burning, yearning quays

                   Cays

Off the cays

We got no life,
what! no life?
we got
no life at all.

We're rollin' zoots for the suits
and the suits suit themselves.

Half-starved and yet we're dragging our feet
almost as if we've got meat on our bones,
but bones is what we have come too,

I've seen you out there
with the
dead eyes and
lacklustre hair,
where
are those commercials now?

Sunday and to die a bit
we try a bit
of prayer,
I've also seen you there
head bowed
but
I thought you were drunk.