road metaphor blues

My left brain’s turning over
Right brain out of gear
Run out of all my give-a-cares

Baby

And I’m forgettin’ how to steer

for there is, (untitled)

or and of there and now and

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Fer the Pardy

me, I enjamb all the time

Something takes its toll

And some have no ear at all . . .

Stoned Aurelian

            At the wall

Looking after

            All the hidden

Associations,

            Abreast of the last

Declaration

            . . . .

It’s not what you say, it’s the way that you say it.

Spreading your wings

From the lightposts

Of Excelsior

            To the hidden paths

            Of Oom

(“Don’t tell me this is the shortcut!”)

All these paths are barren

Except one.

And I alone can tell you

Which shall bring forth life . . .

Tattoos until you make no sense.

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switched at birth

fields of reincarnation

chaotic attractors

created

this

predestined random

switch at birth