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Hush Arbors- “Mr. Bones” for John...
John Berryman "The Dream Songs" verse 250
“sad sights. A crumpled, empty cigarette pack. O empty bottle. Hey: an empty girl. Fill’er up pal. I cough my proper blood. A time advances, black & full? when I won’t hafta. Seconal: … no. Lets put the road to the show. As folk- talk ( what we have for proverbs) swirl the valid & a mad; yeah. mad. and so the valid, man. Often I had to mutter what hurt an’...
hush arbors- “sow the seed” (demo 08)