(living
is easy with eyes closed
misunderstanding all you see
nothing is real
and nothing to get hung about – the beatles)
taking
time for tasty tacos
on
the north coast of morocco
within
the western hemisphere
where
paul bowles sipped a stolen beer
across
the sea you texted me
to
count to one and twenty-three
but
math has always been my fail
how
many drops will fill a pail?
i
haven’t time for ought but rhyme
and
thinking oranges are limes
across
the sea you bothered me
with
loneliness as a decree
but
i am standing on the shore
of
where i’ve never been before
i
take that back, matter of fact
my
membranes market the abstract
what
you cull as a disorder
is
just piss marking a border
i’m
not hazy in a crazy
you
see flowers, i see daisies
you
need truth to fit your ease
dismiss
me with a known disease
but
i’m not trying to distress
what
i perceive is my assess
so
leave me here upon this shore
i
know i’m easy to ignore
unless
you quest within my nest
i’m
not sure you really exist
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