You're getting stoned with Willie Nelson and
Yogi Bear's in this dream too don’t ask me where
Boo Boo hides the picnic basket in these woods
O
come morning I know so much about things
Like
how I am nourished by shabbiness like how
Half
of me is this vague way of knowing this
Epistemological
inexactness the other half all
Canted
caps and cocky zebras toking doobies
Tonight
I know so little about things like an arrow
That
feels something soft suddenly feels it all
The
way to the fletching I don’t know as I get
Wendy
Carlos either despite your blue eyes
Turning
up to watch me dance in my top hat
White tails and cumbersome blue cummerbund
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