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cambodian kaleidoscope
02:50
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i didn’t think
after all this time
i’d end up
outside of cambodia
i sought the fury
of kaleidoscope
and took refuge
in a cambodian outlet
where i made friends
with macaques
and an anorexic rice man
named son
and he said he had no horizons
so we set out to roost
in the northeast jungle
to find mossy civilizations
for platitudes
and though we found
medieval ruins
we drank more rice wine
to remember the voyage
so when we returned
to the tilting towns
we could not bear
the rabids (rapids) of tyranny
I wanted to visit the ruins again
but the loggers took them out
so I flew to Chicago
to find something else
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crestfallen in chicago
03:48
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i was in Chicago
some time ago
in 1975
just hopin to survive
and roamed old navy pier
in the smoggy air
where people were building
festival and carnival playgrounds
upon a World War tribute dock
I strolled the windy streets
as pastel cars rolled by
but I couldn’t quit the feeling
that I would be able to hide
in this mechanical flourishing
so I wound up in a halfway house
to combat the hustle for fame
and met few shooters
who dipped in novocaine
and condemned their city
with all sorts of laments
saying we got gunmen on the prowl
and living in the disaster
that was the political clientelism
and it sure hasn’t ended
it just found a new cloak
when the festivals began
in '76
and the jazz roared
for the teenagers of tomorrow
whose hearts were being moored
to the bustle of emerging glamour
i failed and felt in and out
of love a few times
but the chimes of midnight
resounded so deeply
after some time I felt I had to leave
and headed for the coast of Maine
to locate the human-made island
said to be the place for contemporary desires
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after chicago
02:45
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it’s been some time
since chicago
what did I expect
to find
after I left
my loves the drugs
and forgot the heartbreaks
that belittled me
yeah
it’s been some time
since chicago
what did I expect
to see
on this road
that has been nothing
but sombre
despite all the smiles
and erosion
of my capacity
to ignore the confusion
of these images
yeah
didn’t think
I would feel
so weary
after runnin
thought maybe
I’d find something
that would erase
the causes of this entire
moving
and yet i am still
moving
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mysterious muse woman
04:13
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i drank some liquor
that i was given
in a cambodian jungle
took some novocaine
a friend gave me
and i still felt
humble
it’s just my propensity
to dive in
for the plaguelike bites
but it’s transient
and I’ve yet to find
my creativity
but lo I discovered
in a chaotic metropolis
a mysterious muse woman
who called upon me
she spoke with silky alacrity
that would make nymphs jealous
or the passerby gawkers
at the marvel of narvanic form
deep russet pupils
and the long repunzel locks
of african violet
had mesmerized and spellbound me
like sirens from a sexual oasis
ideas pouring from syrup lips
like nectareous Hellen herself
and seemed to remove the fog
of former inebriation
and i found the portal
to the infinite jest
I had been longing for
like odysseus
on this sick odyssey
so shake the fungus
of past plights
and heed the voice
of the mysterious muse woman
yes, the mysterious muse woman,
if you should be so lucky
to find her
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i didn’t ever want it
to take this long
to do what I have done
therefrom
despite all the books
songs and philosophers
i thought i had it
figured out
turns out the stories and caution
didn’t have much against the whim
of wonderment and temptation
i done the travelling
had sex
under the influence
kissed dimpled cheeks in all places
to achieve the childlike giddiness
only to find economic issues
and historic worry
infiltrate it like locust upon a verdant island
and tainted the phantasmagoria
that was rekindling former adolescent fantasies
jumped from bridges
into bloated and skinny flumes
tasted the spumes from the jumping ripples
drank all over the cities
and puked on the highway shoulders
fought gambled and roosted in fields
looking for some coruscant eyes
to feel some residence
i made people cry
only realizing after
the pricks
i had caused
and maybe thought
too much bout the laughter
and incessantly hit pause
to fixate upon a more pleasant montage
i didn’t ever want
to think i was culpable
of the same abuses
of them that i severed
from
but the lonely nomad
went running
and lamented
racing the bullet of the starting gun
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strolling through rye Lunenburg, Ontario
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