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you got a little pride tucked under there yes right there under
the chin next to that mole
yes that’s it
oh do you feel it?
no you don’t?
well it’s there
trust me I wouldn’t lie
not to you

no I’m struck by the beauty of jazz and the internet and my art is
genius wait and see
yes it starts with websites
and yes it spreads
we’re so important
in an ironic way

there we go again
a swift and sweet response
like stairs and water
flowing orange water down
blue skies
yes
the truest

no it’s for art and religion
and I know where they cross
I will dissect
I am not self aware
that’s why my work is good

apple pies
pecan skies
distant dies
deep in the desert
a little
retreat

I write it out for the birds
and dying dogs around me
I think it’s not morbid
why
why I’ll share it
chew it up and feed it to the earth
and its shitting animals

a great rejoinder
peacock
dry dock

I keep my hopes in a bucket
I fill it to the top at night
when it’s sleeping
try to drown it
it’s much more interesting that way

that way that way that way
that way that way that way
flat way that way flat that way
way
1,2,3,4,5,6,7

lost and lost in lost I find
not so lost not so lurid
not so long hallways
not so dark nights
not so dark
just lost
just the fullness within emptiness
bouncing chasm
just lost

always saying
you’ve got to be brave
and I never saw the point
love grows thickest in the reeds