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I don't know about you
but the seeming me abused and cursed
had all my birth fingers burnt off
at the first knuckle before the first lullaby
from too many here hold my beer
blithely eager watch this rolls of the dice
simply to gain a little altitude a little vista
no audience necessary or even indicated
just a little reconstructive surgery by Dr. Peel
to scamper us along the Great Slippery Slope
we rubbernecks in Mardi Gras trim
still at this late date being required
to toss the shiny brass ring token coin
into the carousel's giant clown mouth
light up the pin ball machine's backboard
subtext to the bombastic circus of philosophs
and its beatings its impossible absolutes
a bewitched wonderland of terror and delight
herded by breathing psychotic clumps of atoms
and then by gosh by golly the sun comes up
so I watch my back almost exclusively
through Eskimo slits snow blind and groping
with a smile for the shopping cart wranglers
tip big all the busty truck stop waitresses
hedge my bets at the crooked bookie window
with a bliss enforcing scratch behind the ears
for my ever starving three leg fur dog Tripod
and happily crank the music knobs up
mosh thrashing towards free volition
while the neighbors bang the ceiling
pound the walls stomp the floor
threatening to put me where I belong
funny how I can never get the specifics
as to where in bandage land that might be
but I have the peripheral suspicion
that my playful sweet tooth for curiosity
has exceeded certain limits

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