I’m getting stoned

so nail me to a cross

and make me an unknown martur

and crank some jamband shit

to sift through my awareness


It’s getting to be

too interesting to handle

rehashing the old recycled clichés

and I can’t justify it


it’s rather unpleasant

but it passes quickly

and warmer fronts move in

and it seems like it could be

just about all right


a certain degree of autonomy

still exists in this country

although a rarer instant

it’s getting to be


(hey this guy

actually thinks

about the words he says)


that is a shocking prospect

befuddles the mind

to even consider it

for more than a few seconds


and so the daunting task

of transcendence remains

and no amount of drugs

or TM or alcohol will change

the final results

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