Smoking Giant
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Oh, smoking giant!
Gigantian curls drift on the ether.
Sighing, singing, flying sounds
that
calm down then speed up the nervous frame of him
that
all encompassing “one” that
is and is and is
and wants
this and this and this
and then
— — goes on with the curve of it all
and then
— — draws closer to the bar and reaps the harvest of coin,
dropped short through the sweaty fingers of the barmaid
and life goes on
but now oh, giant
— — walk on
— — walk on
to the beer garden
and live
— — as the masters of war have dictated, for
this is the new pavilion of suffering
and we will go there
and smoke.
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(Circa 2007)