On Hidding
It is hard to hide in a public place
It is easy to shuffle after dark but hard to be a shadow in the light twin towers both exactly alike can seem like two different places in the night turned day day come day come hay moon hay moon
Slipping into genres glaring at the dares keeping all their money looser placing all the money on the place to show she is just a little girl to my poor man daddy she is just an insecure she is just my hiding place she is just my show
No place at all is given forty more condo jacket with out shirt is made to show shirtless Joe
Wad the dough make the biscuit quick hang it from the rafters make the old man sick the young Indian
Was not even very tall he wore a leather medicine bag filled with leaves of ipecac back back back the hounds to bay
HI mom Hi my mother it's me its Charles HI mom it's me eye am hiding from them all I had an image just now of Clint Eastwood all in black He was standing tall in sun he was standing in the light
The world will end with no big bang but just a whimper the FLAGS all furled no more money made for supper a fish gives its life so we can eat it does not feel a loss like a man may a fish has no desires it just respires please young boy of long ago can you remember why you never lie why it is important not to cry A MAN DON'T CRY don't yew dew it don't ewe lie don't ewe do it don't yew cry the people of the future don't exist they are hiding as I am penning this.
