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Seasons of joy need not be
just at Christmas.
The delusion
that others 
are evil
 He kept reciting and crying out
 the 37th Psalm on 
  that dark night with the
  lightning and his peril
 and fear and paranoia
 
  running out in his 
      dark lands of darkened
 pastures of nights and out of gas
   but not out of fright
 and running through fields with bulls
      snorting off and kicking,
   they are not amused at the
     buzz-king boy from the 
    schmanzy school
    
  someone got an 
      axe?
   going to cut
       off some
    heads here?
   And not give anyone any food?
  When does this ever really happen
    in the civilized world anymore?

  There is a rooster howl of 
      blood curlding hullincinatory
  rememberances
    bubbulating froward
  from his bad fantasies
   that he was just making up
  and it was happening very fast
   on account of the alkoloids
    that the guy at the frat had
 stucken into his drink
    and watched him drink
  and sent him home.

   So now it is dawn in the cold 
     frozen field of where
  he imagines he is and he is
  calling out to the lambs and doves
     and pigeon flocks that live
                  on the bridges
  and calling out to his brothers
      brothers at the frat 
  brothers in eternity
     and they tell him to shut the F up
 cause it is Saturday 5 AM

   So he went to bed
   and when he awoke
   he didn't remember any of it
    for a very long time. 
from poem page 36.


Entrance to the
Sturbridge Town Hall, Dec 2006
Philadelphia Tree