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the archive(s):
issue no. 3:
Betwixt / Jeremy Young
Betwixt, bewildered,
endangered in every respect
i fathomed my life as a measure of time
and slowly i became a wreck.
so i went to the butcher's sixth avenue store
to grab me a slab of the stabbed
and he sold me advice for a worthy price
and sent me along in a cab.
he said, "son, you gotta remember a lesson of mine"
if you want to take life by the balls
begin to get rid of the concept of time
and the chips will soon after fall.
so i showed myself in at miss mary's gospel revival
and i came with a quizzical eye
she sensed my exhaustion with thimbles of thought,
then offered a piece of her pie.
She sat me down upon her knee
And began that sentimental tale,
Of the anteater's diet, the artistic mind,
And the concepts of shifting one's scale.
Miss mary was pleased when I finished my slice
'twas the greatest taste in the world
for it was cooked up with the intention of giving
and that's enough love to make cupid's head twirl.
But the taste wasn't lonely dwelling in my grin
For there was room for one more.
As my ears shifted gears and channelled the waves
Listening to spoken sound words of the pure.
In the end I had learn'd alarming amounts
About ants potential to lift above their own weight
About how lifespan is touchy because our's may be scaled
By a piece of art we create.
Not too long ago I knew of a girl
Who belonged to the same earth as I
She was older but not by much and as smart as a whip
She was not old enough to die.
I remember thinking that life was too short
And roses were worth that one extra smell
But a life is a life and a rose is a rose
And deception makes its home in a wishing well.
So make like the ocean and paint a few laughs
Into the faces of those in your canvas
I'd do it as fast as you can or else
You might just leave Toto in Kansas.
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