# 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....
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love, Douglas
