27 September, 2009

East St Louis Blues

Jim

Sleeping in a used car lot in East St.Louis
Drunken messiah sheltered in unlocked automobile
Oh how I miss being self medicated
Living in ruptured state uptown Phoenix Arizona
Stuck by age, churning in the sand
Drunk history making event steel grey room of bars
What”s buried, seething for a fix
Dirt road medicine from the homestead
Woodland Illinois juxtaposed streets of Los Angles
Stationary plausible death of my wake
Frighten people subtracting the broken chairs
Police, youth hiding in nude female, always police
Guiet town in the Midwest
Outline for a photo shoot
Screaming train whistle rocking my mind to sleep
Mantra of the land
Always everything shattered

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