Lungs of the City

Sunday, December 21, 2014

AUTUMNAL DELUSION

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AUTUMNAL DELUSION  Funny racism or runny fascism while ye prisoners of hope and fall colors eat pumpkin-spiced cold meds and mucous to av...

NEVER

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

KLEENex

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KLEENEX Snotty sheriff, surely you remember the sky is stingy yet breaking water in a Montreal spoon sticky wet stool and wast...
Thursday, July 26, 2012

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SPIN CYCLE SPIN CYCLE Pants looped after too many belts don’t promise success or bail free waters under dirty skies every mixt...
Friday, June 29, 2012

LARRY D. UNDERWOOD: Born June 30th, 1938

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THINKING ABOUT MY DAD ON HIS BIRTHDAY      Sitting up late tonight, taking care of business and remembering falling asleep as my...

CELLPHONE RAPS BEATS BOREDOME

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  Sitting at the Schlafly Tap Room on a Thursday night, thinking about being elsewhere and glad I was somewhere, waiting for The Confor...
Thursday, June 7, 2012

RAY BRADBURY WALKED ON THE RADIO

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Playlist for The No Show on March 29th, 2002 Song Title Artist Album Zero Cold  The Ab...
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Zed Naught
Saint Louis, Missouri, United States
"He's got a lot of irons in the fire", she whispered, several feet away from the bar not knowing that he hears everything. Everything! It is quite maddening sometimes. Or atleast it used to be. Now he can weave mariachi with chainsaws; bowed cymbals with bees buzzing; bird calls with babbling seamen and jingling trinkets. He doesn't mind at all, you see. It just the music of his city.
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