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Forgetting Home (or how can I forget you if you won't go away)
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Forgetting Home (or how can I forget you if you won't go away)
Euphemisms white wash his-story
So truth disappears under vague denial
Southeast USA above Florida
Sharing a border with Pensacola
Where the past lives on
In retrospective theme parks
The past is alive everywhere
Our world is full of museums
Memories gather into congregations
...Wednesday 22nd January 2014 11:50 pm
ImproviXation #107
ImproviXation #107
Some days I wish I could bend my knees
Lean backwards and wail like a saxophonist
But I know anyone within earshot
Would hear that wrong
There are days
I feel like screaming
But I don’t dare
I’m afraid of what the
Vibrations might cause
On days like that I like to clamp on headphonesCrank up volume on John Coltrane
Archie Shepp
Alb...
Thursday 26th September 2013 4:55 pm
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