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The Protest
Michigan Avenue in
Chicago is a vast,
expanding, almost
walk toward heaven.
It and its cliques
are eternally external,
like the constructor of
cities, held by a breakable
cushion.
What we wanted was
the end of a war,
civil rights, parental
understanding. What we
got were drugs, "dropping
out," hell incarnate. Worse
than before. Some bastards
even became managers of IBM:
all the heat/cold displayed
there. Everything else disappeared.
Chicago is a vast,
expanding, almost
walk toward heaven.
It and its cliques
are eternally external,
like the constructor of
cities, held by a breakable
cushion.
What we wanted was
the end of a war,
civil rights, parental
understanding. What we
got were drugs, "dropping
out," hell incarnate. Worse
than before. Some bastards
even became managers of IBM:
all the heat/cold displayed
there. Everything else disappeared.
Published 9th Jul 2013
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