Maybe All The Defeats Are Something Else
motoring into San Diego
motoring into LA
motoring into Las Vegas
seeing in the mirror a flash of sun
and, behind:
the terror of the Scotland years
the farmhouse where they slumbered with an axe
or a handgun
the world a bright true thing of zero escape;
and the first places:::
Camberwell
South Balham
Earl’s Court
a hootsville faerietale
bluebeard chasing.
never there. never able to flee.
so what do you do, you do this: turn the lamp off, fall through the dark, Ornette Coleman squawking jazz from ‘63/64, fall into stars, nebulas,
rocket now for
lands
only
you
can
know🌟🌟🌟
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