come out with the Dutchman—William Burroughs
he is just a small fracture
a god dancing behind the screen there
tugging the words like teeth
from our mouths I made him broken
in the forest shades before waking
come out with your hands
at least
come out come out whoever I tell him
you owe me adoration............ it is now vital
that we get this wrong
that this train does not move it only waits
for time to dial in a new station
on the wheels a new fix
over and over the same time
come out with the Dutch
man-woman-cloud He only becomes
...........................real if I rub His lamp
watch now hush
the bushes shake shake
the beginning of the world is, uh, nigh
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