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are you with me, you drowsy pen?…this world is a
freakin’  distorted place. we are  scribbling 
like mites in pillow fights:  dirty nails we have become ,
 contagious  as micro germs trying to make
sense of all the fake reality clinging to sleek fuzz,
pizzaz and all that jazz… ‘cmon, we are all  fragile.
we’re all gonna die. so why be drugged by 
penning  a Lindsay Lohan kind of intoxication? 
look at you, ink! swiveling like whims of  tipsy lines.

far too many blots on your made-up tip…
geez, those  pop culture digs scanning  cosmo hours
 with whisky gulps of idle entertainment, you know, 
 the scratch of feeble hands sucking  materialistic
greed. do you think you’re  rotten smart  in hurried
thoughts of instant gratification? this is for real, for real.

and listen up: have you written about the will of
a spirit for true love of self,  of flowers and others?
nope, not the kind you feel when  intoxicated phrases
are riddled with booze shots… life goes on, every second, 
every written word.  there's something 
unspeakably beautiful about it all...if only you and i 
can share the flow of some kind of wonder  without  greed.

 you’re wasted! pik-bam-boom, take my alcoholic
breaths to the top; see that there is no before or after. 
just one rare, pure “ now” moment:  damn it’s for real, for real… 
our lives are a good freakin’ thing, isn’t it? hey, you’re dozing off !


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by nette onclaud
for Elliott Bowe’s Drink Drunken Pen

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