The New Cobweb Summer

The last thought that you think today

Has already happened

The link between profound and pain

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The smokey joe is broken

Drops into your lap

And the big red wasp

Makes a scan through

My black pages

Last night our boy was out there

Burning up his matches

I saw him in the afternoon

Sporting a black eye

The universal man

Holds a pistol or a bottle

Types with confidence

As we grow out of our

Bruises

Once i had a friend

Who had the knack of tossing

His mind around geography

Boy you think, you have problems

The hunter is asleep

At least that's what i call him

In the afternoon

Of the new cobweb

Summer