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possible path walking down and up
I copied it from a signpost
placed there by a lost traveler
scratching his head in the dark
I’ve never studied form
which is why this has so much
the moss upon the rock
it’s the best I can do under the circumstances
clichés, all of
it stolen, ripped off
it’s all and only what I’ve heard
or read rattling about my cranium
like dice thrown upon the page
we walk along the river
my head cocked to the right
I breach the phenomena storm
on the far side of life
I walked so far I thought I’d die
but on life went
dragging me on to the next time
the kid stood outside throwing rocks at the inside
they just wouldn’t quite penetrate
things go bump in the night, stark, raving, naked
he defecated on a plate before a crowd
the crowd urged him on and on…
tonight I felt enchanted
Jazz radio scoring the mood
wine wine wine wine wine
the debauch must go on
the Dionysian
Bachanal
what a comfort
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Poems by Larry Gilmore will appear in AlteredScale.com 2. He lives in San Francisco.
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Poems by Larry Gilmore will appear in AlteredScale.com 2. He lives in San Francisco.
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