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John Sinclair

The hardest working poet in the industry

[06] The Screamers E-mail
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Sunday, 18 December 2005 09:47
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the Screamers 

for kenny schooner


stagger down overgrown sidewalks
of memory. giving hand &
giggling. (earth angel, how i long

for you. where you been, all these
years. Johnny Ace, with a hole
in his head. where you gwine,

Ivory Joe? or those stupid white
imitations, the Crewcuts, jive Pat
Boone, stealin  their songs. Shh-

Boom. Two Hearts. Chuck Berry,
Jimmy Reed. I walk 47 miles
of barb wire. I use a cobra snake

for a neck tie. I got a bran/new house
by the road side, made from
rattle snake hide.  O you really

really send me, baby, you
got to go fo me or I ll
beat yo ass. who

do you love. (weird lullabies. broken
hearts.  long long &
lonely nights. for your

precious love, I wd have drank
gasoline, & all I wanted
was a little water. where I came from,

mysterious ofays of the imagi-
nation. why you aren t here
with me, old gang, beer

drinkers, bull
shitters. where
did you go?



detroit
march 16, 1965
after leroi jones



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