Tag Archives: control

What’s the Point?

Posted on October 8, 2006 by John

What’s the point? I want to ask the Mormons on their bikes, who leave their own nice neighborhoods to share the view they like that they are sure contains the answers to what’s wrong with us, and don’t mind spending … Continue reading →

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How Many Times?

Posted on March 5, 2006 by John

for Johnny Cash How many times must I repeat the same old tired line? How many times can this old heart be broken and be fine? It doesn’t take a genius to opine the odds are bound to take a … Continue reading →

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Yesterday’s Angels

Posted on October 19, 2005 by John

Baby’s got a hole in her shoe Tells me she’s not sure what to do All her watercolors have turned to blue Said she wanted a choice, but now there’s nothing left to choose Tells me that her well’s about … Continue reading →

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What price a pawn

Posted on July 28, 2005 by John

What price paid by a pawn who makes, if merely by sheer luck or chance, its way through fields strewn by mistakes in focused, single step advance to the far end of what it knows, where all the trappings of … Continue reading →

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Death of a Circus Lion

Posted on July 25, 2005 by John

His speech was almost poetry; I say almost, because to claim such subtle acts of sophistry as conscious art is to enflame the ire of critics, who exist with their sole purpose to decry encroachment on their world as lies, … Continue reading →

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Careful What You Ask For

Posted on July 17, 2005 by John

Do you really want theocracy, to thin or blur the line between what makes us get along, and what God had in mind? That means you’ll have to tell the truth, and never get divorced; make no income from interest … Continue reading →

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Such Times Are These

Posted on May 8, 2005 by John

Such times are these that rich men gloat to turn great woods to creosote and laugh to see the world take note as style takes substance by the throat. Such times are these that poor men work their fingers fleshless … Continue reading →

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