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Peculiar Julia
Peculiar
Julia all wrapped up in patchouli and stealies
A
little too touchy, a little too feely
Out
in a field or in enclosed spaces
Back
flashing back she’s following traces
Back
to the daze of calliope races
Only
the un-imagined men remained stuck in stasis
Exchanging
their glances
Inside
their own trances
As
everybody like us just dances and dances
The
lightning is lazy and so is the river
The
bolts never fly from the lightning bolt quiver
The
river she lies there flat as a rug
Being
cut up by ten thousand bugs
Who
realize once they all dropped their stances
They
all dance until they find their own kinds of dances
The
dervishes dervish and the spinners they spin
Seems
like the hand dancers have curious grins
The
pyramid peaks at the tippity top
Each
instrument stretching out this gnarly bebop
For
one moment suddenly they all stop and be quiet
Like
they know once they start sellin’ again that I’ll buy it
Each
guitar note is a whole tonal sound
As
you fly up to space and then back to the ground
May
you never be hungry may your soul always be fed
It’s
just like I remember my elders always said
“There
ain’t nothing in the world like the Grateful Dead”
Sam
Flot
3.22.2012
