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• Artiste: End of a Year
• Titre: Gray Morrow
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Fast car connected with knee, I rolled over hood, head connected with street. On pavement I started to bleed, onlookers said Hail Mary's for me. Woke from a dead sleep last night, felt a presence at my bedside. Cold lips pressed tightly to mine. The ghost of walking upright. Birds pick the ticks from the herds. Tongue loses grip on its words. Fast cars jump curbs. What we did in Swineburne Park wasn't worth much but it's worth this remark: We mated out of season and spent the winter grieving. You said there's gold in them there hills. You said there's pleasure in crushed pills. You said you'd take them over meals God I hate the sound of your voice. You wanna be a rich Henry Darger, but it don't work that way, partner. You've gotta live in those trenches. You can't eat off real art. Birds pick the ticks from the herds. Tongue loses grip on its words. Fast cars jump curbs. What we did in Swineburne Park wasn't worth much but it's worth this remark: We mated out of season, spent our winter grieving. Oh Mr. Artist. I think you missed your calling Heard you got a job on a road crew, just to eat. Heard you cry the whole time, "I've got a college degree!" Heard you got a job at a niteclub, just to eat. Heard you cry the whole time "They should be watching me!" Here's a word from the Earth, here's her decree: Don't care don't care don't care. Don't care don't care don't care