green peas in misshapened can: | 1 |
the peace corps guy's accusations | 2 |
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i am the speye in the skeye | 3 |
who doesn't brush his teeth unless | 4 |
i wasn't meeting the president | 5 |
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coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp | 6 |
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst | 7 |
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low | 8 |
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sunday's still a workday tijuana fever by the river | 9 |
looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit cajoling | 10 |
the gold eagle, looking back half-empty | 11 |
with conversation converted to tortured songs | 12 |
or broken beer bottle or whine glass | 13 |
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cubed things sketched by the hands, framed | 14 |
or in the hands framed: the kew-bing; hands | 15 |
groping, lost in trail looking for the cave | 16 |
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the craziest thing you'll ever do | 17 |
you're weirder than i am i never knew | 18 |
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth | 19 |
out of the box and into it by intuition | 20 |
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kite in the blue book flown on a delighted stranger's day | 21 |
light brassieres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage | 22 |
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions | 23 |
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well, waist-monkey will be mine | 24 |
till it's too dirty to wear around | 25 |
take its picture before i take it home | 26 |
in my low-cost coconut shirt | 27 |
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i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours | 28 |
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me | 29 |
to death, finger pointed in the right direction | 30 |
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could've sung, played guitar in front of 256 people | 31 |
but ryan's just a kid and i'll let him know | 32 |
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i got trouble putting my thoughts in order but | 33 |
can listen to my rapid eye movement all day | 34 |
and that's my dirty secret | 35 |
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amongst countless | 36 |
others of course | 37 |