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A Prayer for Kurtis Cummings

Say a prayer for old Kurtis Cummings: went out in his rowboat and got lost out at sea. Left his wife and two young children waiting standing at communion with the Reverend Jerry Lee. Picked up his old shotgun and … Continue reading

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Teach Your Children: canzone

Canto I. To educate for revolution’s sake requires a willingness for martyrdom, the sense to learn from every small mistake, and fortitude enough to take what comes when nay-saying begins; and start it will, the moment you step from the … Continue reading

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Pop Charts

You wanna make it on the pop charts Shrink-wrapped and sold just like a pop tart Well, let me tell you: better get smart it doesn’t matter if you’ve got heart It doesn’t matter what you’re saying and you don’t … Continue reading

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Foolish Notions

for Bob Dylan Youth’s rebellions dissipate; brave destiny succumbs to fate. One morning you find it’s too late to join the revolution. One’s high ideals sink in the mud; mountain retreats recede in flood. The fire that once burned in … Continue reading

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Untitled for a Reason

What a record label’s looking for I haven’t got a clue; it doesn’t really matter any more. And who’s at number one or rising up to number two? I’ve stopped pretending that I’m keeping score. I don’t expect the radio … Continue reading

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On the Professional Diarist

There must be something more to it, some sense behind the scenes, a glimpse of meaning not quite shared, or else my mind’s not keen enough to understand the point of merely keeping track of each new day’s minutiae; the … Continue reading

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Undertown

There’s nothing much that’s happening here in Undertown since they closed the old refinery and sent those pink slips ’round; Down at Cheaters they’re still drinking, but the jukebox plays the sound of old frustrations. It’s been fourteen years and … Continue reading

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