"New Orleans"

Makin money

Will have you down on your knees

A dollar get you bout a

Half a gallon

O

Gas


Burnin oil to get there fast

And preserve the past



No new world order

In the new Orleans



Shackles and bangles

Shackles and bangles



What are you provin�



Shackles and bangles

Shackles and bangles



What are you doin�



Zippers zoomin�



Better get movin�



Zippers zoomin�

It�s as if your human



Zippers zoomin

Shackles and bangles



No New World Order

in the new olreans



War over property

Have got past lives

Landlocked



Bunny dear,

It�s funny here

Fising in the lion�s mane



The rain beads

Are bathing Your being

Leaving

Your wings clean
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"Orange Robes"

I feel a sense of longing

For those who had fallen


Trapezists swing with ease

Even during the most tretcherous of breeze�s crust



Elefent envelopes

Of grey folds

Finicking in the distant fringes

Of sky rolls



Budha sits motionless

Wind whipping

The Orange worn robe

Waving on ether side of

The red cliff



Prayer position

And propositioned

With the bliss

Of juxtaposition

Of nature�s natural

Gifts



What is your one silly with

One really

One kneeling

One wielding

One willing



No one�s selling

They�re all smelly