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By chris Date: 2007 Apr 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.12.01.09.21302]] |
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Woke up in a Tom Waits dream - like a broken cigarette after sex, like fever and nausea together or a la carte, like realizing you're in New Orleans in late August and the sky is getting dark, like opening your mouth to ask what year it is only to be silenced with beauty and jazz and flowers still blooming in shaded, silent courtyards. Far better to wake up in some other dream like a different August - 1980 and windblown on the highway to Virginia Beach, full tank of gas in mom and dad's canary yellow Pinto, engine running cool, nothing sought, nothing yet beyond reach, ABBA on the cassette deck when that - and everything else - was new. |