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stone1994–1993 |
10 September 1994
i guess someone saw
and reported me
and now i'm in Jail
for meditating suicide
but i don't know how i got caught
oh well
prison life is really
quite natural
probably inspired by a
mammoth's rotting carcass
and passed on through
sacred Ritual
to each new generation
happens all the time
to mountain goats
when they fall into volcanoes
and river fish
when they get stuck in dams
why should I be mad
it's just like a bear
pushing his brother
over a cliff
Copyright © 1994 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace