Dialogue Poem by Lucas German

'Did you ever wonder where it goes? Chase down that river's end and find to where it flows if you're not afraid to go down below, to a place without mellow where the field's never fallow for long enough to breed a stinking weed; a barley field with scarecrows of tweed protecting not the seeds but the love from the greed.'

'Don't follow the yellow brick road, you're better off on the path un-hoed and unbestowed; this is something only strangers with intimate details know. Those shoes don't tread on gold, they're like to rot and mold if you always do as you're told, so be bold and be whole and don't let your soul get too cold or you'll wake up old and alone with no one to phone because surprise, we're all dead or drones.'

'Work on what heals you, or whatever is most real to you, and don't let a missed meal stop you or let the big wheel clock you in and out all day until you've been worn away, and didn't you used to have something positive to say? '

'Sentimentality is hardly concerned with reality, get out of that moral high-horse mentality and seek out seductive hospitality, or as some would call it sensuality, and this will fortify your vitality.'

'Be sustained by the charge in your brain, nothing else is big enough to out-hurt the pain. You can do what you'd like but lust is a spike, if you let it it will skewer you as certain as a pike. Stay resolute, don't subscribe to that destitute institute, no substitute can guide you so long or absolute.'