Each day the quick kick of the dream / empties another body / and the ghosts move through unkempt streets / named Lincoln and Delaware.
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they are the ones not allowed the roles except / maids and gardeners and gangsters and prisoners.
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at recess the innocent school / children play and gambol in / pure non-denominational play
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from their beacon hands / glow worldwide welcomes and a thousand smiles.
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I dreamed the sun, very low, / painting me a mustache of sweat and coal. (poetry)
I see that the innocent face / beneath the long-brimmed, straw hat / does not seem to know it is raining.
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I wondered aloud / if on those odds days / where I felt like a hunted squid / that what I was actually feeling / was Light Cerulean Blue.
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All the other cool calm quite sensible terms had stable gigs in respectable stories.
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I can ring you up for / what fits in the bag. The rest is your responsibility.
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20th century monk / High Priest of Art / The Legendary Master— / in his bare immaculate altar of a studio / in the heart of New York City.
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