We play ourselves
Don’t get caught up in the question
‘What is the meaning of life?’
We play ourselves up one side of the mountain and then down again.
We play ourselves like notes propagating harmonic structures.
The unhappy solo of a parping forghorn
Forever bouncing a ball of thoughts
Against their own prison wall.
These wheels of [...]
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Eastern Saloon
The foreign policy of America
Swings open like saloon doors
Surprised analytical eyes swing
Round in their seats.
Conflict is inevitable.
Cowboys and Indians
Cowboys and Arabs
Cowboys and Chinese
Cowboys and Greeks
The Eastern Saloon and the changing of seats
No one sits easy on their chair anymore.
A thunder of fidgets and staring at the door
Arms Dealers for barmen [...]
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Word Trade Epi-centre of Revelation.
They said everything was ok
And then the second plane crashed.
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