Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Hate The Disease

My buddies asked me not to turn into their own personal Springstein.
I said nah man, I'd like to be more like Dylan, you know, get into you
without you even knowin' it. Talk for all of America without
even havin' to give it a name. 'Course I failed
already. I'm no Dylan I haven't even moved to New York yet,
where protest song auroras linger in the basements
and the grizzly one-legged Sam crawls over the Brooklyn Bridge.
I haven't seen that America yet!
My America waits beneath the snow,
teases, shuts away, gives more night than day.

A sick child takes off all his clothes
because it's fucking burning in here,
look how America runs naked through the courtyard.

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