ithacaIthacaithaca
Ithaca flows back and forth And never could she settle, sit and smile with crossing legs her home was called in transit
Ithaca
Whose face I’ve known In tumbling weeds
and city streets reflected in the pavement Peering past the skyscrapers Hand once held as infant
Where have you gone?
Ithaca I felt your breath again that day And everyone has known you once How few have sought to find you out How very few have found you
What flyspeck few have walked your streets The cobblestones of Brigado
THEMTHEM There There inTHEM
Hallowed halls
I saw {THEM} Knew {THEM} Was {THEM} Was with{THEM} Was one with{THEM} {THEM}who frequent my daydreams and nightmares Truly the “Greatest minds of my G-G-G Generation”
The angry Zen voices
borne of
broken record daydreams and
A nostalgia for Old school MTv
Whose colored hair
And punk rock Pre-history Bled into the later breed Of Peudo-intellectual soothNaysayersI
saw {THEM} Goatee-ed and long haired and Jerry Garcia’d &nbs
dayshiftDayshiftdayshift
See the ghost
of Allen’s mother dancing naked
frightening Mad Old Karl Marx
put a spell on her She’s not the one
She was before
She screams now
For the ones who come down from the ceiling
To put her on the dayshift
And notice how old Aqualung Stands a dirty guard at preschool
And eyes little girls
As the worst of fathers Still
His eyes tear for you and me
Even as we pass
And pity h
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~Synoda
Ich liebe Sie Jessen
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