what's gray and comes in quarts is an elephant or my brain; what loves or walks slowly in the land is an elephant gray and old, they have waited a long time for her to give birth. what i am saying is the age, we live in, we grow old in, grayness is not a state of mind. you have red-blonde hair, another is black, and there are jews with orangey hair from the east of europe. come to whatever you come to slowly. haste makes elephants gray before their time, routs the bears from the caves before their time, turns the leaves before their time, only the weather should control the climate. where else are we but in this parallel, caught between our own isobars, read the temperature, make sure it has numbers on it when it comes out. what's gray and comes in quarts is a joke.
You'RE INTO IT ALREADY THIRTYthree years deep while the dawn comes up like two bulls one young one old walking down the hillside, let's run down and jump a couple, let's walk down and jump them all. you're into it already don't try to deny it it don't make a differnce some blues singer shouted
where are the girls where is forever love where is every snare and delusion where is how to write a poem again where is jesse where is
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