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POETIC OUTLAWS

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Young Bob Dylan
I remember when Dylan was
a snot nosed young punk
full of milk and vitriol,
peering belligerently at you
from album covers,
all tumbleweed hair and 
baby fat cheeks,
sneering down his nose at
the old and the lame and the stupid,
the perfect brat.
Probably hadn't even started shaving yet.
Singing in an old man's 
cracked broke down emphysema wheeze
like old cars rusting in the junkyard.
He's old now,
his face is all
gaunt and haunted,
hair sticking up in all directions
like electrified lint,
down his long pointed witch nose
like he's heard your lame story
too many times to give a fuck,
looking for all the world like
Methuselah's mohel.
And his voice
like old paint
chipping off all those junked cars,
still telling us how lame we are.
Somehow,
coming out of that
grey grizzlechopped countenance,
it makes him seem all the more like
God's immaculate brat. 


“For those of little dust” 
Buddha 
EAT PRAY LOVE 

What pushes & prods & forces & fools 
Only keeps love 
At bay… 

Who let the dogs out? 
Cease
Desist 
Nursing nurses 
Pre
Tending 
Wet lush 
minions marking thyme 
Split fractured labelled 
Fruit don’t fall far from the tree 
Gold diggers just ice 
Take take take 
Fucking around projecting un listening  
Lots to excavate 
Over burden un learning 
Logging lodes 
Lightening lodes 
Loads & lodes & loads 
Of attached head space 
No heart felt 
Connection
Yet…
Keep going 
The only way out is through! 
Peace off
Beach please! 
🙏🙏🙏

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“I want to know what love is”
Krishna Das

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