We need a Celine/Miller/Kerouac/Bukowski/type for this time and place. I've chosen myself for the job. What did the man say? No guts no glory? So writing poems from the gut will do. And my star is rising...

Friday, February 04, 2005

lets

lets love
and dance
and fly
then sing fun
songs
walk to the
west
and die

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