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Thursday, September 4, 2008

Deep Cover

surreal ukulele chords
knocking around inside
a dreamless state you can
maybe trade for
El Hamburger
or the distant memory of rain

you give what is taken

drowning or dying of thirst

to stagger the pulse of the surf

or learn to walk the plank like
Dr. Strangelove in a wetsuit

blasting through a wall of
stained-glass air