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wedding funeral parking
at rear
I can smell toast and
peter weir
and
a girl that wears pop can tabs
on her neck
thinking of sea shells and
gregory peck
thanking old selves for great
writing ideas
I speak without sound
life is shorter than art
with a patient crow's gait
I wait
till they
fill up the bottle
then at home
down it goes to the grottos
of georgia strait
have you seen the old lady
who walks the red doberman
can you synthesize sunlight
into sugars in wrappers
can you patiently wait
till they turn on the daisies
can the moon and
detergent make a brand new
world record
long
jump
over the over used weak and painfully trite
and carry this bus on and on
as i write