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scrub my soul
she says waving a
proffered foot-

in the heat
eyeing one through
onyx slits-

and tell a story
of youth
infinite..

(poe sits by her shoulder
eyeing one..
in egypt)-

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in egypt
i would breakfast
by the nile..

i smoked strong hash..
-and in the night
the call to the faithful

for prayer..
i was very ill..
i had  hepatitis..

the waiters dressed in fine
style..!
like a dream

the little dhows
went hither and thither
o the greens

the blue and brown..!?
the crisp croissant-
i was young..

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people can be cruel-
well,i did n´t care but
these morons could n´t

pull their socks on..
they said the same things
every time..

i tried to divert  them
but in the end
stayed quiet and

drank my wine..
after about an hour
they said,you don´t

say much do-do you
no,i was dreaming of nirvarna
hope and beauty..

heaven and hell
just recurring  themes
crime and punishment

the futility of it
all..
back is underated..

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..and then lily
stagger the long road
to the beach

and lay my head
in among the bugs
and distant song..

i was a dissapointment
not so much to myself
but to the human race

they would say-
speaking as an outsider
what do you(me) think

of the human race?
i had no answer..
inwardly,

i berated their lack
of originality
pass the soap lily..

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what did i think
(i thought i could
die for a drink..)

i thought of hope
and beauty-
that sort of thing..

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life can be a dissapointment,
but don´t bother your head,
worry is a waste of wit,
and they are in short

supply..if it don´t
scan-then think about
time..soon be dead..
that sort of thing..

have a bath with a
friend,
life is so short,
and that is no secret!

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good sentiment-
lily
shall i let

my heart
speak freely
or supress

mad desire
no
this fire

burns
from you
no return

to sender
or..
o

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your turn!
we have been in this water
so long

we look to the land
we will grow a spine!
and now

fast food
we were so hopeful
our dream gone..

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ok..
laughing gas
look legs..!?

somekind of
purpose
a vision

write this
down
hamburger

yummy
bungs and
lungs

over here!
sand like stars
shiny oh..

life can be dissapointing..
i thought there would be more..
(expectation a ****
of a cracked bell or-

ugh!
what!
you know,
i sat on the plug)-chance

or fate..this numerical sequence,
running along and down your spine,
ending in infinity-what is it..?
spine, i love..

the secret of the universe?!
(yes,it can be starless..)
did it hurt?
does it hurt
no,spine..
sensuous and intelligent
hard to believe we begun
as fish
who fancied a change..
no,choice
but is..

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we must be brave
fatalism is ok on paper
or the death of technology

we will go
by our feelings..
(see poe..)

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poems for the bath
what is that book?
don´t wet it-
i don´t know-
i only read a line from
the blank page and it was
an anecdote as told by a psychiatrist
about one patient that had penchant
for nitrous oxide (or laughing gas) and
when he was in the depths of a recurring vision,
he understood the secret of the universe! but
on awakening could remember nothing..
this tantalizing scenario repeated until he
managed to write down his revelation and when he
came too, he rushed excitedly or excitedly rushed to see,
that which he had written-the secret of the universe!?-
he read,the smell of petroleum permeates through-out..

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bit of a let down but is that a lesson..?
(poe,hides a smirk and licks his bits..)
next time..