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hallawayjoe Andyland 2014-10-23 8:47 AM The Boulder Station Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
Boulder Station And you are doomed to push the rock Up the hill only to have it fall again Kind of like vegas, or life, or poetry When you lose your masterpiece A million words drifting into the sea But the game continues For some this is heaven Why not worry about something new From one world of bleeding To another history never was stain resistant So whether you're in your own Quicksand or drowning on the Titanic There is only one way out You have to pull the handle Press the button and scream Sure you will die... But you will Die anyway, my fine fettered friend And God sits there eating his supper Waiting for us to move, a soap opera Of epic proportions...an endless farce It is easy to see where this is headed Why God would put up with it is beyond me Some predict he will change the channel Others say she will read a book Give the Gnostics another look As for me, I've only lost a poem And millions of dollars which Are currency representing mystery In God we trust it says And so when the collectors call, I tell them to pray... |
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