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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Our lives and our time Fired useless Into the air Toy cap gun shots Those winter palaces unstormed No tax offices ransacked Where is utopia I asked And no-one knew They looked at me with pity As if I still talked To an imaginary friend At my age I should know better But I don´t Instead I dream.. II I dream of anarchist airships On a pan African glide Piers Plowman stares in wonder Shielding his eyes I dream the wind Will be our radio And the moon our television I dream of everyday life After the revolution III After the revolution We will sweep the streets & sing We will live like zen monks In our tiny rooms In our blissful shacks Night rain music on tin roofs Low mattresses, paper lanterns We will hike to distant Moon villages & be greeted as brothers In the plaza Conversation & blue wine Flow until dawn IV What is utopia? Utopia is a charge of indecency When decency means indifference Utopia is a returned umbrella Utopia is a million returned umbrellas Utopia is a game for all the family Utopia is a family for all the family Utopia is a hermit Who plays chess With passing birds In a secret cabin on the roof Of a skyscraper Utopia is a golden cargo ship Docking in fog Utopia is all victory to the soviets Utopia is all victory to the Ice cream man Utopia is a tree that giggles When you pick it´s fruit Reality can go whistle If it wants its money back Vote for utopia ! V A crowd has gathered Some silent, some laughing Some jeering A voice from the back Asks ´ So what happens in utopia? ´ Well… In utopia- Provo white bicycles On every corner In utopia Berryman grows wings Sexton´s red sports car stalls & the hose pipe falls In utopia Godzilla rescues Kittens from trees In utopia the KGB Strip naked & dance To the Plastic People of the Universe In utopia time changes direction On a whim In utopia you can grow a beard In a day In utopia the Mississippi Flows to Venus While Huck & Jim doze Peacefully on their raft In utopia economists Shine shoes In utopia children will Learn to levitate Like Saint Joseph of Cupertino In utopia Book now to avoid Disappointment ! VI Another voice wants to know If there are almost utopias Already here He has a map and pin & so like Hakim Bey I list my Temporary & personal utopias Scoraig lit by aurora borealis & LSD weld sparks Paria Canyon Utah The night we flash lit A tumbleweed Big as a church As the silver semi´s ghosted by on Highway 89 Rain swimming with my brother In the former west Germany I glimpsed utopia on moor-tinted Mystery streets of Arcos & Cadiz Where taking my fortune I could have stepped into space Gone to Croatian & even here now I could step inside A voodoo chalk circle & feel myself vonu To cruel blows & ruinous taxes VII ´Enough of this foolishness ´ Of course there always comes The deflater With a lance in search of a Dragon A soup bowl to piss in A degrader of myths No watcher of passing clouds Only a watcher of clocks Utopia won´t work he clucks Human nature Wickedness Human greed Remember the blackouts Lootings and chaos Burnt out cars on suburban Lawns Empty supermarket shelves Drunk beggars shitting in doorways As the last helicopter Takes off from the embassy roof Chisel jawed Men of action Howard Roark John Galt Will save us Or at least themselves While you grow old And rot Dreaming of utopia VIII But still I dream IX In our earth hours Remaining There is so much To see To build Henry Darger in his room Drew a 20,000 page Dream he could live inside Others sing nonsense songs & laugh Rescue holy snails Watchful & quietly kind I sit here as summer turns cool Spy Bee Eaters Invisible goat bells on the River bed Eucalyptus sway One day I will hop the back fence And light out With bed roll, boots And old slouch hat Toward utopia Until then I will stand out In champagne moonlit yard & slowly lower my arms & like saint Joe Hope to levitate
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