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scratching at the edges of this deep valleyi'm falling again down the cliff facereaching at exposed roots and crags and cracksdoing anything i can not..
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to crawl along the roadnewborn, and excitedto venture into deepest fearblows of the sea sprayon tanned cheekbonesto crawl along the rockslookouts of t..
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grey skies, leafless trees all around mebrick apartments create valleys out of the streetsat the place where the two roads meetwondering down the side..
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blue sky circumference on either sidelost in a green sea, licking up the foamthese things seem so old, so stone, so coldwalking the shore of a big sur..
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inhale, spit, cigarettes and dip tins provide me with a
constant intake of nicotine
every night is a search for alcohol with drunken muttere..
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Pull us out
From the bottom of a bottle
Hear them shout
A desperate fall from the shuttle
Planned defeat
A captain’s ship to ..
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We pour into the streets,
to the percussion and the beat.
To the rhythm of the poet,
permeated with defeat.
He takes his seat,
dust layered on hi..
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my article for my college newsletter
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I dream of rebellion,
of birds and trees and such
of fresh air and free love,
of drunken romantics and a child's antics.
I sleep in a mattress fil..
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