This day winding down
freeze-dried frown
It shall be said that gods are stone
emptiness the place I call home
I fled the earth and, naked, climbed the weather
Reaching a second ground far from the stars
tried putting it back together despite the scars
in the street with a handout hard to slip past bars
I see the boys of summer in your ruin
Man in his maggot’s barren
Dylan Dylan where you be?
Been phonin’ since ’53
Comes a recorded voice same message
Try Pleasure Parlor for a free massage
True I wanted to nick you for a piddlin’ loan
Hustlin’ hard as I do can’t survive on my own
Hand-to-mouth what’s left a travesty
Told me you was gonna see Stravinsky?
Ruin’s stompin’ aroun’—our haunt uptown
Went back it’s rubble just bricks on groun’
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age
That blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer
Hey the grand girlie stampedes you remember?
How you’d come up for air I’d tousle your hair
Caught you on a pub crawl ready to fall
Thought you was chasin’ coeds hit a brick wall
O Dylan scavengin’ through an overgrown lot
saw a bloomin’ weed glorious even startin’ to rot
Do not go gentle into that
Hard dear pal these days to sleep
With past as pillow
’less you count sheep
With a wee drop to swallow
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