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thunder overhead a small black heat that curls the electric gods. how long have they been with us? electric spasms that through the ages have joined the thick sockets of the earth
thunder above us and clouds too weeping the water till it all flows out and the poets have all left their cars and stared into the smoky heaven eye
american visionmouth & being the continued aspect of yr being which is called mans individual freedom which is guaranteed at the highest price the biggest bidder & is written in the shape of mouths cleveland how do your black rivers find the way back how can your poets survive anymore new york why will you not pick up the garbage accumulated beneath yr overpasses miami when will the madness end los angeles why do you abuse yourself washington what happened to the vision or has it come true mobile i see a black man weep beneath an angry sky atlanta when will your fear filled skies be opened when will the true south rise
when will the stench of butchered cattle flee the streets of billings montana colorado when will you respect your indians mr. lincoln, ancient soul when will you stand frozen in your chair and speak
and speak.
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