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Nostalgia For The Future
Life's just a vast radar
which I mostly go right through
barely able to tell myself
from the information that seizes me.
Gravity Kiss Ashtray
The energy that unzips my pants
snows over the moon & garbles
every country music station on the dial
so people are born differently.
The break in the weather:
sealed with a kiss.
The juice:
pulled through copper wire & confused
in the form of light
blowing dust
off the beer
in the hands of an angel.
Copyright 1995, George Mattingly. All rights reserved.