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An Event/The ShallowStream of Consciousness

Do you remember the night he bought us There was little we could do We were touching all the rooftops And painting the lightbulbs blue Somewhere a rooster was crowing His comb had missing teeth And everyone just laughed at him On Superficial Street The pavement was cracked and groaning The stairway sighed in pain The traffic lights were smiling They said, "Don't come back again" The watchman sang the 23rd psalm While the preacher washed his feet And all the bills were overdue On Superficial Street At midnight, a paper salesman Brought a package filled with holes The nightime clerk was moaning, "I'm too busy saving souls" The upstairs maid refused to talk She was bitter, she was sweet She flew her flag at sundown On Superficial Street Down the road was a silent factory Filled with leprecauns and gnomes Who traveled around the country Eating other people's homes You could hear them through the lightning Their speech was incomplete And half of them were skeptical About Superficial Street Now and then a barefoot woman Shined her shoes and modeled clothes She spoke in silent confidence  About nothing, I suppose Somewhere near there stood a spokesman Who whistled through his teeth While she danced behind the windows On Superficial Street There were four itinerant ministers Who prayed the night away Their hands were in their pockets There was little they would say Their collars were on the sofa While they sifted through the wheat And they wore their cufflinks on their belts On Superficial Street Fifteen carried blankets Thirteen just played a game Someone turned the lights on, shouting I think I know your name His friends, in a fit of laughter Chained the jester to the minister's feet And they ran three-legged races On Superficial Street Across the road, a fallen idol Turned his back into the night And muttered to the growing crowd "I can't believe this sight" After teaching professors lessons About victory and defeat He found out that they knew nothing About Superficial Street

Copyright © April 2000 Gene Dixon

Additional Notes:
This really happened, in one way or another (As I remember!)


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