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opulent opals of desire
float down and out of this sound
I listen to every word you speak
emanating in and from cardboard rectangles
dispensable by nature we graduate our position
we smell the lavender in the slow field of perceptions
gradually there's smoke coming out from the blanket
note, this is not a dream
you dissolve into pig nature
the guitar wizard's closet opens with foot disorder
we plan a picnic on the border of violets
let your trumpet blow
he was driving a Ford Galaxy and it went
the river was as black as it could be
bridge night was Thursday and those ladies were fucked
I grabbed every dictionary and watched them tumble
into the grave and out of the womb
here comes the little indian with his call
I said nubile but meant nimble
suddenly I feel so lost and confused