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Septic Sky
So the purpose has all gone under
Hark ‘twas only sound, more thunder
Better sing a song!
So the moon’s gone and always stays frozen
An’ caps melt as if Neptune ‘twasn’t spoken
Better sing a song!
So the sun-crack rests born hot gloat-blind blazing
An’ poor kid’s gone film, all pill-cream phasing
Better sing a song!
So sea goes all belch an’ tidal-wave a rising
And nothing seems really that surprising
Better sing a song!
So the nights seep evensong too long
An’ endless battle, negativity throng
Better sing a song!
So the morning break spills cloak darkness
An’ some sparrow hath no tail, nor larkness
Better sing a song!
So the people stream on shift rapid’s red river
And brooks are all now ran, but a dying shiver
Better sing a song!
So Blake’s womb lays hollow hid a fairy spoken
The wonder of life lock shat flimsily rag-art token
Better sing a song!
So this is where it end then go do proud that shimmy
I’ll take tall my friend; ‘nother done an’ hunter Jimi:
Better wring this song!
poem
by
L.A. Kenton
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