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There must be some kinda cosmic truth, man.
The only (Hey! And here he goes into his wait! I gotta stretch back, get into my speechtelling clothes because this, this is a good one. I mean i want to luxuriate in this one. This is my way of making love, dear. This is the one time you will find me being truly tender and genuine. This, this, this when i get to hold the stick and tell you my story. And i stretch out my voice and i streeeeeeetttttch out my legs and i wear a smile because i really really really like to just talk. To you when you are really listening. Okay? So don�t walk away. Not yet. When it is over you can walk away all you want. And then maybe we will go swimming) truth i know of that exists,
exists in a field.
it is a field of flowers�NO! A FIELD OF GRASSES. Original PRAIRIE grasses because that is where i was born.
The grass is yellow as I remember it. And up on a foggy knoll there is a bunch of spruce trees. And up on a rocky ridge there are some cypress trees. And down in the swamp you will find rutabaga plants. This is all false, why can i not remember
oh yes�
it is sumac trees. Not the poison ones i don�t think although i would not eat the berries if i were you. They are the red ones, the kind that make a lake of red in the early fall. When all the other trees are bickering, the sumac is simply red.
And do you want to know where the sumac trees point? (just nod or else say nothing)
the sumac trees all point inward
just like the books in the void of my brain at night.
this is miraculous. this is incredible but true.
the sumac trees all point at you.
well, okay, i could not resist saying that because it rhymes.
but the embodiment of the truth i was trying to tell is this:
a rusty
piece
of
tin or aluminum.
in the shape of the tinman�s hat
in the wondering hands of the tinman
he�s thinking about putting it on.
for halloween maybe
or maybe just for kicks
this october
going back to september (smoking a pipe)
going back to august when the sumac berries were drying out and the leaves were still
mahogany.
he found it in the prairie grasses where we were spitting �bakky. that made me dizzy. i don�t know why i would put that in my mouth but it was fun�
me & the tinman
walkin like huck finn
down the blatant path
past all the barns
past all the cows
past even all the ghosts.
but we were not afraid not yet
you see because it was daylight then,
and yes! all the ghosts had to sashay through the tall grass
to get to us and that way we could see �em coming a mile off. And all we had to do was climb a tree.
That was before what time it was.
That was also before
they chopped the trees nude to make more prairie.
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