DOG TOWN
It is in dog town that I live
slave to the rhythm of the journey
into hell
where all are being sojourned
by tv and the use of it
to inure them from
the use of the word
sell and that means they are
being led by the soul
of their view on theatre
about whom they have
little to think
about.
It takes a lot of time to explain
that they are about to be united
with their grand
son named the Cassidy of Franks
and he is not going
to be recognised for being
in the wrong
until they explain
to him that Israel
is not here but
on the other side
of the world
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