July 22, 2002

to be real

dusk mountains
streaked
blue gatoraide
lightning slices
wind moon,
moon, moon
skinned faces
fried in oil
nuclear winter
fire rain
trees ignite
dead crow
children holler
open door
the old lady
on three wheels
rolls by --
looks like
fun
agony
take meds
turkey sandwich
piles of books
loss, forgiveness,
self, relate
abandon
cry don't cry
loss
never was
mother
peanuts by the door
lead me not into temptation
evil, sex, acid
drop
coffee
snow drifts
blues
writing not writing
heat, sleep, moan
ring
the colors
red black blue
white
lights
crawling clawing
to get to you
then undone
love unloved
christ
madness
escape voice
exile
heart
rage
page
247.

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