Window Is Open

tonight, I listen to the KLF with the windows open.

I can not only hear the wind,

outside my window

by the local 248

the amtrack through jacksonville

that shalll arrive at the station

at half past eleven

twenty minutes late

the compact disk

in my computer spews a slow

dull moment by moment

soothing

thoughtful

flash

of reality

what I really feels like

moment by moment

the music is a blend

of a hillbilly's ransome in shame

falling short

of

buying

a bible belt

the sound that blends two men in a studio

to mesh

blend in with

my windows being open

that must be a discripton of the music

fuck you m-tv

meeting the emotion of the moment

the lazy moment of emotion

is every day

today

yesterday

may

when you ever want to hear it

where ever you want to hear it

I

hear it in the wind

that passes through my windows

it hears a tale of train tracks

and trains

it sounds of elvis

as the snow flies

and the sounds of the

compact disc

remind that the cricket bows

the frogs croak

and the eagles scream

(the eagles scream?)

life outside my window

blends with the

music of "chill-out"

the Kopy-right Liberation Front

's

idea of what it sounds like to travel

in a circle

throught central Texas!

My home is in the suburbs

Original suburbs in fact

most the house round here

were built in aut-six.

but my home

specificaly

was built between

two old bitty's quarell

who never did nothin

with their land

one old bitty owned one side

another

the other

betwixwd the forest

stand i

the one with shelter

and nature

all around

with noises

that seem to be

a part

of the KLF

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