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It happened as I folded your laundry

I glanced out my south eastern window

Where Mount Baker use to shine

A row of oversized houses is out my window now

I see the back end of them

I hear the birds outside my office window

Along with the humming of the washing machine

The computer and camera won’t process my latest painting

The ever-changing pigment is too strong


Before I depart

You will have what you need

Irrelevant is hatred and fame

As is judgement and gold

Greatness in the Vastness –

There will be None

This manufactured cesspool

Is churning into stagnation

So, before I arrive

You will have what you need –

Jackie Blair McSween


His Will Will

Don’t you see it comin’?
Isn’t it obvious?
That slow, steady drummin’
George, are you curious?

Yep . . . that steady drumming
Election cycle, new moon
Video games and other forms of numbing
Our debt is now “Due soon!”

Baby, you can drive my car 1
“Hey! I found a brand new star!”
Come on along, were not going very far 2
More infectious than SARS

Summer’s Almost Gone 2
Summer’s burnt a trail
It wasn’t particularly long
But God’s will will prevail!

We’re into ‘Breaking Bad”
They act naturally 1
After all the fun we’ve had
The solution’s applied unilaterally

He knows when you’ve been bad or good
He knows when you’re awake 3
He’ll mete justice as He should
Harps, seals and earthquakes

O.G. Hawkins


1 – The Beatles

2 – The Doors

3 – Traditional

Jungle Burning Bright

You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through 1
Please don’t take that the wrong way
But it’s been so long since I had a fucking clue
And, yet, you still, like, want me to stay
Red like jungle burning bright 1
Torn like Maggie’s dress
Bite like a November Saskatchewan night
On the 7th day, God did, in fact, rest
I was there that night you guys were thinkin’
“Of course, right, ok . . . “
They’d been for hours doin’ God knows what and drinkin’
It’s not like I’d ever . . .  get . . .  my say
It’s my only life
I’m gonna live it up 2
Cuttin’ like a dull knife
Overfloweth – my cup
No, see, Saturday
Monday, Owen knew
Weeks before the calamity
And now they start with someone new
It’s not that you don’t know any better
And it’s not that you don’t care
But like dogs can somehow predict the weather
Of course it isn’t fair
O.G. Hawkins
1 – David Bowie
2 – Judas Priest