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folsom,
spent a few surreal hours
just to avoid the hard ones
withheld truths (me from me)
(some in stone)
and some written best
without horoscopes or
vedic charts
(none of the angels consult the i ching, it seems)
but sometimes
unfriendly and shaking (shaken)
soemtiems paradise is a line of infants
parascopes)
hopelessness is like angeoplasty
you slide it through and imagine
it pushed through
the clogs.
however many millions there are.

2004-06-04 | 11:24 a.m.
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