Five Black Flys
I multiplied the eyes
of five black flies
took a buzz from
the blue of a baby-blue sky
I need my long-gone bongos
and the dust-drum rhythms
with my shades, gray beret,
and guitar strums with 'em
from the birth of the earth
where a gray rock talks
a whisper and a murmur
then a loud tick tock
strains of evening rain
soaked the Sanctuary clock
let the mellow music play
as they take me for a walk
to a place where the pace
is a slow go reality
pale are veils on the milky moon
revising all the facts of history
if damnable dawn
comes along with a song
then a complex terminal
colossus looks wrong
but with us or without us
I will still be in terminus
from all the degradation of the
nation that determined us
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