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the across the dive
the parking lot
the across the alley
the woman
man who
loves poetry
who shakes like roaches

edged consciousness
typewriter in
typewriter it out

remember new years
last two years

or the first
just shaking in the bathroom
with a cigarette
and thinking
why a cigarette
and not tonic water
or a lozenge

shaking like roaches
in the cold

and now my throat itches
and I hear strings when I wake
and I say that’s okay
but a bell
belltower
sounds so loud

struggle illusion
blinded illusion
stupid tightrope
stupid righteousness
stupid

until see straight
sea legs sea taxi
cold in the courtyard

fuck - curse word

sleep like a sand wave
rough
and fair