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<p>and a boy of eight who was<br />
looking at the middle of
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<p>are<br />
less alive<br />
than dolls &
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<p>as if he were really her &
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<p>avenue i touched the accelerator and give
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<p>brought allofher tremB<br />
-ling<br />
to a:dead.
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<p>but the right of way<br />
I enjoyed on the road by
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<p>but you’re not on my wavelength<br />
& now the crate’s cooled<br />
we'll sign off head on north<br />
you said you hoped to see more of me in the fall<br />
but will we ever fall together?<br />
that would be really operatic.
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<p>dirty<br />
face & mended<br />
his bright torn trousers(quite
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<p>dominic has
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<p>don't get me wrong oblivion<br />
I never loved you kiddo<br />
you that was always sticking around<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">spoiling me for everyone else</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">telling me how it would make</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">you nutty if I didn’t let you</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 16em;">go the distance</span><br />
and I gave you my breasts to feel<br />
didn’t I<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;">and my mouth to kiss</span>
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<p>four wheels of my car<br />
along the wet road until
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<p>gives me a most tremendous hug
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<p>her the juice,good
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<p>icecoalwood truck a
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<p>into the man’s half <br />
averted face
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<p>ive a hitchhiker but he wont talk<br />
i keep radioing words to you<br />
but what to say you’d really like?<br />
o luvalee the peach & almond petals? sure<br />
but it’s too late in the spring now dear tease<br />
ive left ploughed earth & the green ricefields behind<br />
revved thru towns with dusty palms<br />
yes damn you im up thru spidery almonds<br />
no more wine & oranges<br />
into hot canyons between bare yellow<br />
breasts of hill something vulgar<br />
about the landscape as well as me<br />
or is it just this jalopy’s had it?<br />
my conrods clank<br />
the rad’s jerked off again<br />
will i ever make vancouver?
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<p>knowing<br />
i feel<br />
that
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<p>lev-er Right-<br />
oh and her gears being in<br />
A 1 shape passed<br />
from low through<br />
second-in-to-high like<br />
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity
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<p>like splashes of fire and silver on the pierced turquoise of the lattices<br />
and the acacia-like lady shivering at the touch of a hand,<br />
lost in a small collision of the orchids—<br />
dyed quicksilver let fall<br />
to disappear like an obedient chameleon in fifty shades of mauve and amethyst.<br />
Here where the mind of this establishment has come to the conclusion <br />
that it would be impossible to revolve about oneself too much,<br />
sophistication has, “like an escalator,” “cut the nerve of progress.”
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<p>lt’s the key to health and a newer life,<br />
Where the treasures of Nature lie,<br />
As the seasons pass from the Spring’s sweet breath<br />
To the chill of the Winter's sigh.
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