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Into speculation of classical music   introduction to the sound of this rooms motors and ceiling fan turning on the evening   a city bus passes snicker-doodles outside navigating just beyond the shores of down the street gaining unity within the concrete river curbs of road turning intersections into way-points   north south east west under-shined hilltop flutist fluting near the windows spider plants resting sill and completing abduction of the second last beer striving enjoyment before a quiet dinner with the favored interloper.

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Into speculation of classical music

Two 
Mired in the moment wired to the past mix of experience and regret laden with heavy memories     most exciting and wild in the organizing of ongoing strange day to day ordination existing of choice and vocation of repossessed niche in societies obligatory game of participate or go to jail     doubling as a low rent gratis poet bard champion to Nothing     no cause to suggest the betterment of mankind as the day job of subtle internal rages that progress into intensely frustrating capitulation and the night job when subversion can be adequately appreciated within the framework of the hairy whole via the reformulation of a secret handshake.

Mired in the moment wired to the past

Three
Voodoo charms presented by over-sized flying insects that circle your muttering head are seabirds so far inland     portrayed as ominous signals of the fruition of deals made from bone and contracts certified in discord as the enemies closest to you unravel     kindred spirits with the things with wings when the neighbors deeply unfavorable opinions of the situation cause them to trim your bushes while you aren't around and feed the birds under a sky of unhappy lightning     while angry flies live off the confident dead things hiding behind the shrubbery and confess their autumnal love to an appreciative Baalzebub.

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Voodoo charms presented by over-sized flying insects

Hats off to the best lesser candidate who will rue the day they take the office they threw so much shit to obtain when they've become the President Who's Name Shall Not Be Spoken or so says the Dark Lord who happens to be visiting awfully frequently these days     this land was your land once great in memory declared due for a proper utilitarian sacrifice the next time around if ever we hope to usher in the horror of a nine thousand year reign of a Great Ancient Evil that we can all look up to and avert our eyes collectively weeping blood and seeking a way out that was closed and sealed before we realized the need to look for it.

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Hats off to the best lesser candidate

Mighty fortifications reign delight for a solitary private life complemented by an overly social professional existence spent equal times weird behind the wheel or the pen scrambling down strange symbols and busy roads   pontification of brushing teeth or the avoidance of bad advice sometimes while being chased by a pack of standard beagles sometimes while standing on one leg giving appreciation to the thoroughness of wholesome American fun   polluted and choked through the throat of salt air trees not designed to grow at this altitude in this neck of the tie.

Mighty fortifications reign delight for a solitary private life

Into hospitals magnificent layered temple of the sun edifice built upon birth and death filled with the gloom of this regions most miserable victims drawn from city and countryside brought to be housed among sickness and decay    effort to stretch mortality hanging between two pillars low to the dirt picked by buzzards until time to release back to the wild or to deposit down into the depths of Hades where a fate more simple than health insurance awaits the transient soul ultimately remembered in the bric a brac left in our stead.

Into hospitals magnificent layered temple of the sun

Subsist between death and dying filled with the befuddlement of life's onward way under a temperate sweat within todays and yesterdays for the every stuff of all the bits we hang upon for better hope and may seasons change help cry participation as the awakened rally to return to the slumber of brightly colored leaves and smells particular to this moment with just the right amount of rain chosen for the ideal daylight needs of an out-gunned underclass full of soft shoe smiles wide in attempt to influence the pagan gods to not undo decades of effort trying to live a fair life and still get laid.

Subsist between death and dying filled with the befuddlement of life's onward way

Centimeters of open-hearted love meant for another's satisfaction or whoever is willing to receive the expression of an individual's directed cursory sentiment as performed in the waning days of the dawn empires drowning beneath the confines of a world slow to respond to the tidal array of desperate outcomes complicated over-reach played out behind the curtain of the false underneath rhythms foretold as politely inspired paperwork make-believe so ego's unholy worthy happiness may extol the ghostly filament of America's haunted firmament.

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Centimeters of open-hearted love meant for another's satisfaction

Communications relayed from hard-pressed fully-automatic hand-to-hand untold excitement heavy with local fear mongering light on mundane outcomes for a future underneath a sky of backwards aluminum trails high above a time forgotten overland as we build our new realm deep inside drain pipes huddled to listen at low frequency signals which muddle the continuous brain-washing we call wholesome Midwestern oatmeal cans home across every early morning breakfast nook never to see the love of sunrise and every modulation determines our particular weekday behavior.

Scott Dragoo