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was it mattering
lapped or no dance
found a piano bar
chanced myself
heinlein's strange
martyred incidental-ism
a witch hat in left hand by that
no thing was meant
glue to schism
and away the eyes went
bent from
narrows, echo
more narcissus driving
now, a bus, vent lids
listening, where
being a ware
wears inner-vision
and chances are
you hear johnny mathis anyways
and if you mention driving
in a beatnik poem
sonar-ghost-neal-cassady shows up
wanting to drive further
but you just tell him
you can see to feel fine
you'd rather be blind
some one looking
best, a sought
music
eating in
between trees
at dusk ...
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