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ERG - Criminal
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Christopher Locke
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Jan 20, 2001 01:06 PST
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P R E N A T A L
A D V I S O R Y
EXPLICITCONTEXT
Valued Readers:
It's the little things that get you. An inadvertent word. An offhand
gesture. A bullet through the windshield.
Rage will teach you if you let it. Let it burn. Let it burn you. Wrap
you in its colors and keep you warm. But that comes later. If you keep
the faith. For a long time, rage is a switch in your head. Trip the
circuit and the lights go out. Blue mountains helpless against the sky.
Driving some long forgotten road, a piece of crumpled paper conjures a
forest fire in Siberia and you're in it. Ten dead in Pakistan ferry
mishap. Just the news but these tears from nowhere like a knife in the
wind. Not mine, not yours. In it and of it and no way out. The sun is
shining, everyone laughing. Trip the circuit and you're gone. The girls
dressed in their summer. I have to turn. A way, a door, a way to travel
between the stars. Dreaming we turn, we close.
Gunfire two blocks over, bro. I see your eyes. I understand. Want to get
high? I'm holding. Night on these streets is inside me now. Night in
these dreams I am alone with. Smashed in the morning, broken sunrise,
see my hands, my face in the storefront window glass. Shattered and
beautiful. You do it enough, you learn respect.
White moon cold as fire take me. No stopping it anyway. Bridges and
highways, 18-wheelers, trains. Somebody else's world, the way I see it.
The way I see it mine. Make friends with the dark, the fear, make love
to loneliness. Her eyes are clear and bright, missing nothing. Not there
but nothing missing. Amazing what you can live through if you just keep
breathing, ride it. The colors fade, the visions turn ugly. Let it be
what it is. Breathe in, breathe out. After awhile the silence speaks.
Lightning in the desert.
Ghost dance, baby, what it is. Saddle up, put on the paint. I got
Cochise riding shotgun. Seven fucking arrows and I'm holding still. Good
day to die. Good day to live. No reason either way, the way I see it.
The way I see.
Gunfire two blocks over, baby, or a world apart. I see your eyes. I
understand respect.
just that
The Management
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