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An Assessment of the Situation

The telephone is ringing; The assessor’s on the line. He wants to avoid meeting us, and asks us if that’s fine. In essence, he wants us to lie and say his job is done; He’s three hours from New Orleans … Continue reading

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Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

The true ascetic does not ask for things to compensate them for some perceived lack; and yet, each vow of abstinence weaves strings of favors that they fancy will attract the warm benevolence of unseen might, a glance from some … Continue reading

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Gray Days #4

She’s waiting on the deputy, but he never comes; got her finger on the trigger, sucking silent on her thumb; and the ninety ninth caller has just been struck dumb: like an old pair of stockings he just turned to run. … Continue reading

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Whence the morning comes

All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading

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Stupid War

The first draft of this song dates from 1975, when I was ten years old. I subsequently revised it in about 1985. I read in the papers ’bout the war today: we’re going to die from an overdose of moral … Continue reading

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My Wheelbarrow is Broken

So much depends on an audience that resents a two drink minimum. So much depends on people who don’t support reality TV. So much depends on someone who listens so it’s worth lying. So much depends on removing education as … Continue reading

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Let Those Who Would Reform

Let those who would reform the world desist their feeble mewlings at the citadel that those they choose to fight built to resist more legions than the gods themselves could quell. Let others beat to useless, bloody shreds their fist-clenched … Continue reading

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