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I HAVE THREE LIPS

I have three lips -- there's a killer
    sleeping under the stairs
    living in the kingdom of confusion and asphalt...
        replacing moist soil
            WITH
        pre-fabricated square grey buildings
            and sidewalks
            and street signs
        on every corner - - - allways letting us know
            exactly where we are.
    But we're still right here - - - RIGHT NOW.....
        smashing the silence with our LARGE
            important clocks.
Here in america...it's the empty clock...it's the clock
    of emptiness
        we are confusing numbers with ourselves
    CONFUSING NUMBERS WITH NUMBERS
 we are mastering rotations as we wait round
                               as we wait square
                             as we wait and wait
                               and wait and wait
...changing our thoughts like socks...
...brushing our teeth with automobile tires...
...throwing words down the toilet, just for the splash...
...using clocks as pain killers...
...But we're still right here - - RIGHT NOW
        praying before the great clock
never questioning the human inVENTion of time
        counting the seconds and minutes
            between each day
        counting the years
            between
eachlifetime.................etc...etc...etc...etc...
AND THE PILGRIMAGE

I have three lips I have three lips I have three lips
                             I have three lips
THERE IS A KILLER SLEEPING UNDER THE STAIRS
living in the kingdom of miss-placed sanity.......
.....never tasting the dirt
we never taste the dirt, as we whack our softened heads
        against the concrete
            feeling like important humans
                    like christ
                    like buddha.........
        OUR JAILCELLSTICK
        OUR JAIL cells TICK
THIS JUST MIGHT BE THE PLACE
WHERE THE WORLD'S PHENOMENA INTERSECT
.........................!!!...................
    the bacon is sizzling
    we are allways seeking...searching...
    pursuing mystery till life
    bends ever itself....exposing it's soft warm under
                      BELLY
some impressions never fade...........................................
...visual reintegration of sublime complexity..........................
...rhinoceros' love is pretty damn big.................................
...embrace the obvious................i have three lips..................and......
there....IS.....a.....killer....somewhere's...

- Adam Kizanis

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