# and Robin shall restore amends sometimes I wonder, that day it rained you never would say where you came from, i get home from work and you're still standing there in your dressing gown well, what am i to do? two roads diverged in the wood, and I--- please, give me your hands, if we be friends; --rise up, because for you, the flag is flung - for you, the bugle trills, for you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths - for you the shores a-crowding, for you they call, “we're the flowers in the dustbin, we're the poison in your human machine, we're the future you're future, let the stories be told, let the photos be old, when evening falls so hard, when you're on the street they can say what they want let them show what they want,..." and for you they ask, “didn't you love the things we stood for? didn't we try to find some good for you and me? will you ride the great white bird into heaven now? will you carry our words of love with you?" then they say, “it must be strangely exciting to watch the stoics squirm, must be somewhat heartening to watch shepard meet shepard..." and finally, “didn’t she wake you up to tell you that it was only a change of plan?" as now, I'm standing in the rain on the corner I'm watching the people go shuffling downtown as now, my body’s starting to quiver and the palms of my hands are getting wet, it's all a terrible mess, I used to live alone before I knew you, and now-- I'm living off of grass and I'm dripping from the ceilings, for when I'm breathless I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless... so hello? is anybody home? wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, you don't know me, but I know you young people speaking their minds, I’m sorry to disturb you, in your long arms in your automatic arms your electronic arms in your petrochemical arms in your military arms where the Room suddenly gets still and when you'd almost bet you could hear yourself sweat, and when I watch you move and I can't think straight and I am silenced and I can't think straight when you went out of sight when you got lost into the city got lost into the night and somehow I lost touch when I'm throwing punches in the air when I'm broken down and I can't stand when I've shown you that I just don't care when, I feel that I should be heard loud and clear: yes, it's a long way to go, but in the meantime, in the mean time,,,,.... before you cross the street there's nothing in the street there is no street we are all outlaws in the eyes of America in order to survive we steal, cheat, lie, forge, fuck, hide and deal we are obscene, lawless, hideous, dangerous, dirty, violent and young people, if this isn't what you see if this doesn't make you feel if you don't want to be seen if you don't want to believe think but this, and all is mended, that you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear.... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- To stop receiving future incarnations of this spam return: mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]?subject=remove love, Douglas