2015 recording of Jason Scarabin’s September 26, 1994 poem Blame.
perception of blind morsels
is the bitter end that falls
upon the wandering horseman
his heels are reeled up to steal
but i tell you twice the jew
hasn’t been credited with the brace
the brace is the glow of spring
helps from databased nuts
leaving the sunrise isn’t so bad
but if you leave a sunset you’re in deep
blessed child don’t be still in your hope
keep striving for the rimmed canyon
within the canyons of demise
lies the echo of a disgruntled stranger
whose forgotten the blame put on the good ones
lest we not remind ourselves of what’s been
Let Me Be Your Bernie T.
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