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Random Poem:

Remembering Slide
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Patches of mushrooms whiten the carpet
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beginning to pallidly nose at the walls
 2
faded rose striped dank papering
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The ceiling paint strips & peels
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as someone kicks & spins
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stretched up on bare-soled tripping
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as dark air fills with pungent living odors
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rising underfoot
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Tightening the noose
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Slip in a fit
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(come share my scream teeming dreams)
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Nah! Let’s head west
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& burn like candles on a saucer
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while the desert reaches out
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to a 360 degree horizon
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like a shore to the void
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where stars are so brilliantly profuse
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you can easy see nothing’s worth caring about
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but life’s so simple & light you forget to be sad
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&then you grow old & die before you even know
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Do not despair of this rotting air
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the backroom is a greenhouse
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we roll up our sleeves now harvest has come
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pass round a ruby flagon of piss
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& talk about how it’s going to be
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& how it was then when the car broke down
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& we walked halfway back from Lorne
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& found Slide who O’deed & couldabeen a star
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And how there’s not enough rain forest left
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& how the air is fetid with fumes
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& how Slides spirit still haunts the front room
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cos that’s where we found him
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where the sun shines on half the old mattress
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dirt yellow in the late afternoon
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& where he was happiest practicing riffs
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& took his girls to fuck
 36
& remember when he called us in to watch
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& couldn’t get it up
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& didn’t we laugh when the girl took her schoolbag
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& pissed off in a huff with Slide
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bare-arsed at the door yelling after her
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“Sweet thing- don’t do junk”
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And rember when he said
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“I’m gonna make it big”
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& remember when he said
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“it’s OK for you but this a phase
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I’m just passing through”
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& remember how he used to say
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“when the crop pays off
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I’m gonna leave this crap behind
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get outta here go live clean on the coast
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write those shit songs everyone loves
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if you want you can come along for the ride”
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So now harvesting’s done
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We go sit on the side of the mattress
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Where the shaft of smoke-stained sunlight hits
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& listen to his fave CD (aka Prince)
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Remembering Slide
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