T-B-A-D-S

the myriad choices of his fate
set themselves out on a plate
for him to choose
what had he to lose?

not a ghost bloodied country
all covered with sleep
where the black angel did weep
not an old city street in the east
gone to choose

and wandering’s brother
walked on through the night
with his hair in his face
on a long splintered cut from the knife
of GT

the rally man’s patter
ran on through the dawn
until we said so long
to his skull-shrill yell

shining brightly red-rimmed
and red-lined with the time
infused with the choice of the mind
on ice skates scraping chunks
from the bells

cut mouth bleeding razor’s
forgetting the pain
antiseptic remains
cool goodbye
so you fly
to the cozy brown snow
of the east
gone to choose
choose again

sacrificial’s remains
make it hard to forget
where you come from
the stools of your eyes
serve to realize fame
choose again

the roverman’s refrain
of the sacrilige recluse
for the loss of a horse
went the bowels
and the tail of a rat
come again
choose to go

and if Epiphany’s terror
reduced you to shame
have your head bobbed & weaved
choose a side
to be on

if the stone glances off
split didactics in two
leave the color of mouse trails
don’t scream
try between
if you choose
if you choose
try to lose
for the loss of remain
come and start

start the game
I che che
che che I
che che che
kai tai koh
choose to choose
choose to choose
choose to go

–Lou Reed

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