Jim Jean

Street Ditty # 50

Just a little on the sleazy, a little on the sleazy side. The strain of good livin' on the down side of a Saturday nite casting knuckle bones against a full color ad for planned parenthood....Old women with bent coat hanger memories dangling from vacant corneas silently pick their noses, while visions of SUGAR BABIES DANCE in their heads. It's swingtime in the poppy fields of daisy chain reactors, churning out 30,000 decibels of the reign of pain lies mainly in the brain. Washed out but happy to be alive and thankful for bountiful garbage cans. We have our Ups 'n Downs to spur us on to the promised land beyond the 12 mile reef....er madness of a 30's movie. Sprockets askew from runnin' too hot on the trackless wastes of Moon Mad Danny dangling in the waters of a Sloe Gin Fizz. But the Quest goes on. Out'a sight....out'a mind....out'a everything but the kitchen sink, where we upchuck the dividends of our monthly allotment of conscience dole in a treacle stream of morning mail.

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