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11.02.2012, 16:31 | #1 |
Immortals
The first immortal that i've met
came to me on whiskey-wings floating high above the ground reminding me of a lesbian age 84 he was talking about bluebirds an- d the racetrack gambling an- d fighting for a smile in mad times he was talking about legs an- d whores in amsterdam an- d bluebirds The second immortal that i've met truly mad I saw him swimming up the Hudson River flailing his arms like an insane trout not able to breathe in the water of his generation preaching about drugs, an- d peace an- d terror Walt Whitman gay sex and bits of buddhas howling out loud to his fellow madmen countless immortals followed gods and demigods they all have things in common they're talking they're mad mad by choice by birth by drugs mostly by their own poetry all mad, mad, mad, mad mad, mad, mad, mad, mad talking to ravens to find pleasure in pain and yet every single one of them is dead or maybe just on another road which is the much more pleasant thought (and therefore not true) |
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