Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it, but
Most repeat the same theme over and over again, it’s
As if they were trying to refine what seems so strange
And off and important to them, it’s done by everybody
Because each must work out what is before them
Over and over again because
That is their personal tiny miracle

Like now as like before and before I have been listening to symphony after
Symphony from this radio

Makes me realize that certain people now long dead were able to
Transgress graveyards

And traps and cages and bones and limbs

In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles

The flesh covers the bone
And they put a mind
In there and
Sometimes a soul
And the women break
Vases against the walls
And the men (they) drink too
And nobody finds the
But keep
Crawling in and out
Of beds
Flesh covers
The bone and the
Flesh searches
For more than

There is a loneliness in this world so great
That you can see it in the slow movement of
The hands of a clock

People so tired
Either by love or no love

People just are not good to each other

We are afraid

Our educational system tells us
That we can all be
Big winners

It hasn’t told us
About the gutters
Or the suicides

Or the terror of one person
Aching in one place

Unspoken to

People are not good to each other
People are not good to each other

I suppose they never will be
I don’t ask them to be

But sometimes I think about

There must be a way

Surely there must be a way that we have not yet
Thought of

There’s no chance
At all:
We are all trapped
By a singular

Nobody ever finds
The one

Who put this brain inside of me?

It cries
It demands
It says that there is a chance

It has kept the rope from my throat

Maybe it will loosen

The city dumps fill
The junkyards fill
The madhouses fill
The hospitals fill
The graveyards fill

Nothing else
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