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Teenage Wasteland
I smelled love under the red red rocks’
shade in the shadow beyond
the far field, waiting
where it was quiet, someone said.
So I sat there, fishing
atop the red rock, casting
my fool’s gold, spinning
a glass web six feet tall.
And love came to the Rock!
He came just like me, well
he said that he’d dreamed
of a girl in a tree
(a stampede was coming and he stood beneath
but the branch was too high, he couldn’t reach.)
I slid down the rock and into the cave
(It felt like a bed but it looked like a grave.)
Come in under the shadow of this red rock I said
Come in and I will show you
Come in and I will show
Come in and I will
swallow
your eyes, put my heart
in your mouth
and if you don’t eat
me, I’ll eat
myself.
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