Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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“This is different. You’re going to see something. It’s big & magical. I can’t tell you<br />
about it right. Come on!”<br />
Dylan goes with his friend after grabbing his bag, with an extra shirt, & some of his<br />
little mushrooms.<br />
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lxxxv.<br />
Come back to the dingy cafeteria, its bad food, its lowly comfort.<br />
Wondering at the perpetual vagabond in me, the dirt-dog, running the streets,<br />
hurting obscurely & studying this for any importance it might bear, any little importance I<br />
should know & keep.<br />
I’ve been writing these stories most of my life, lives, life after life, they connect<br />
among them, trace through in ways I treasure & cannot quite know—<br />
<strong>The</strong> street in me, the coffeehouse, the late high desperate nights I do not eschew—<br />
they keep fresh in me because little else piles to their worth—<br />
I come to sorryass joints like these to meet my ghosts & bear wisps of them away<br />
with me—to remember close no matter the years—<br />
reach back through the tentacles & manacles to flashes of sweetness, sugar high<br />
moments among the sad murk—<br />
Nobody knows. I look at others & do not know. I wish to think it otherwise but<br />
rarely do—<br />
<strong>The</strong> hours run out on this & onto my cleaner ones, live warmth, some kindness &<br />
protection—<br />
Fierce flavors of all my years blend arching, careening, perpetual—<br />
lxxxvi.<br />
“Pipe?”<br />
I take it & welcome the smoke-shaped spirits within, feel words & images jostle<br />
loose, feel the depths crackle<br />
“<strong>The</strong> murk sing?”<br />
“yah”<br />
“heh. You so want to word the wordless, don’t you?”<br />
“Why else bother to try?”<br />
“Think you can do it perpetually?”<br />
“I dunno.”<br />
“But you won’t stop.”<br />
“No. <strong>The</strong>re’s always more to say.”<br />
“Or bottle up the old anew?”<br />
“Yah. Maybe.”<br />
“How long have we been discussing this?”<br />
“At least a decade. Never stops being interesting.”<br />
“For long.”<br />
87<br />
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