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Flowers For Whiteboy If you are lucky

Or crazy enough to find one
We can burn that bridge
I cannot understand this world And taking the steps two at a time?
Before we cross it.
When is an overpass an underpass
When do we cross, gown one way Why like falling seeds
The river flows on
Over the river Jordan Of dying queen annes lace
The river robbed
The eel river Must our hopes always
Of its heart by PG&E, still
Highway 101 Be in what comes after
Flows the dream of natives and the poor
Mile marker infinity Us, if were lucky
The disposed and canoeless
And know that More often where
Who live alongside it
We have arrived somewhere The seed lands is usually
101 is a river of nearly
Different, perhaps less painful Enough to kill it.
Pure evil and bent on commerce
From the inescapable place
Command and control
Where we were before? Then birds droppings, vines
We live on a dying star
The train is leaving the station Old blood, DNA, Morning Dew
Of bad ideas, and must find our way
With times arrow strapped to its back Ferns, usher the stripped
Refugees, swimming
The luggage has all been burned Down spirit into a cave
In disguise and disgust
Of understanding, a free
Born back ceaselessly
The living dead cross the bridge Hotel room, where spray cheese
Into the past on an escalator of
Everyday, numbly Comes out the left faucet
This is the way it must be
Killing the river And whiskey comes out the right
Farewell to all this useless beauty
For control and profit Holy water forms condensation
The living crouch On the window, the new
I walked along the highway
Ferris wheels hiding behind a bush Wet spirit is given a long
Last night and felt a ghost
Ferns uncoiled on highway hillsides white sheet and a new name
Of lawns mowed, and spoons run-over
The secret life of plants By the g0oddess of life
Court paper blowing up the road
Heaved in hobo sighs Dumpsteria
Drenches filled with soggy
Unseen to the all seeing eye Queen of the heavens
Black bag bags of clothes
Of capital and command And the earth, and a new name
That never end, they are produced
You must realize that You are scotch broom
By a pulsating, throbbing
If you are homeless Redwood sorrel, bayberry
Queen bee pushing out units
and you went to sleep You are a pale mushroom
In the maggot factory
Or argued with your mate Shivering on a hillside
Conveyer belt of flesh
Or sat down for a while The bindweed climbing up
And unrealized ideas
Then you broke the law A wire in the weeds
Transformed into cans of beans
A blackbird eating from the streets
Gushing out of flooded tents
No one could have had Honeysuckle oxalis
Redwoods toppled into streams
The crazy grace of whiteboy To bloom and repeat
Carrying all our memes
Leaving into headlong life And do the things
What is left but dogs
Leaping into walls like Committed to the story
Barking in the night unseen.
The buttress of Notre Dame That makes life a tapestry
Flying south for winter Of tears and sudden joys
These are flowers for Whiteboy
Of inescapable discontent Insights of hotel quilts
May you have the courage
All over now again Soggy sleeping bags and
To see inside and emerge
A dirt farmer Ravens eating garbage
A moth, or a butterfly
In a season of hell Before our delirious eyes
The metamorphosis of life
Dj vu with a neck tattoo
Continues, as long as survivors
Living on pallets floating Then come to the $5 key deposit
Continue surviving
Down the river For the privilege of few
To change another day
Through mornings heavy No prob. Ah me 60
With dew, raining But for everyone else
Inside beer cans Its knuckle sandwiches -OKRA
The heart, the eyes Death on the highway
Are witness One way or another
In a room without a view.
There are dead things
Bridge over the river why Out on this highway
Binary 101 logic blueprints That are still alive
For ghetto concentration camps Dogs, campfires
Small town gothic misery Hopes flooded with rain
Enslaved celts doing endless laundry Like gunfire, time passed
Inescapable logic paths In trenches like world war
Does anyone anywhere XIII, so to, do old ideas
Have good faith in anything Scheme like living free
Good anymore? And schemeless
There are flowers on But full of dreams
The sides of highways Packed in stolen suitcases. On February 25, 2017 at approximately 1307 hours,
All over the world The smell of shower stream a 2001 Subaru Outback driven by 20 year old
No one thinks of anything The stream of laughter Guthrie Hayward was traveling northbound on US-
They just do it again From television dreams. 101 at approximately 65 MPH, approaching the
Who are we and why Weve not woke up from Redwood Drive Overcrossing. Suddenly, a male
pedestrian identified as 32 year old Travis Roth-
Must we live with the smell Yet, not too well rubbed heads
well ran from the east across US-101 directly into
Of burning tents Headlamps headlights, the path of the Subaru. Hayward took evasive ac-
The bitterness of blood Stars falling to earth tion to the left but was unable to avoid striking
In our mouths Must get off an exit 654 Rothwell who continued his westerly movement
What is the price Show ID and leave a deposit across US-101. Rothwell sustained major injuries
Of dreams differed to hell A wet sock will do which he succumbed to at the scene.

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