Portland's strangest duo publishes their literature

This site is a collection of poems/prose secretly written by musician/producer Machine Gun Max, and musician/producer Blind Unkle Vernon (explorers of the dreamworld). Many of these pages sat vacant in boxes - unseen from the eyes of strangers - and have accumulated over many years. Most were never meant to be seen... until now. Today, there are thousands of untitled writings now being displayed in this blog. If you would like to contact them for any reason, they encourage fans to send emails to: explorersofthedreamworld@gmail.com

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Soak

i'm a dope fiend. i'm a dope fiend.
i'm a coward. wheres the wait?
why in such a hurry? whats the matter?
soak in the danger. Eat the fruit
hows your lady? where she been?
oh, down in LA. go figure she would
wheres the hustle - 63rd hundred block.
98334 on the door, east facing complex.
under a strictly enforced guidance
soak in the danger. Eat the fruit.
my education was non funded
and my books were outdated. seams ripping
binding springing pages crumpling
i'm a failure. i'm a failure.
never made it through high school
trade school nor grade school
i am a thief. i wont admit it
i tried my best but it wernt
any good. to anyone.
except the starched suit lawyers
cutthroat shareholders
that concentrate hungry elephant
gone ate my money.
and the rich get richer
and the poor get poorer
and the middle class of america
suffered a recession.
soak in the hunger. Eat the fruit

I burnt a hole.
damn cigarette.
you failed to reach an ashtray.
nevermind it, god dammit.
in lieu of anything magical
you just say the word.
whats the word? whats the word?
energy is power.
power is watts. its unit of measurement

- cleetus herman

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