Joe Dinki Poet Ballad

A 42 Regular

I believe, 
			therefore I breathe
			the collective id down at
			the mall.
			
			Salvation in the actions of
			our gridiron greats,
			our pro golfers,
			our game show cops,
			our East Village actors,
			our runway planes of even beauty
			that some how forgives me,
			bodes me on a raft of commerce
			through this J.C. Penny moment...
			This...
			Jacket, a 42 Regular.
			Like my octane
			like my system's timings;
			a structure in harmony with the spheres,
			the sages,
			the rock of ages: Manna
			from the radio...
			sustenance,
			driven....through dreams and slants,
			the clouds occluded,
			a pair of matching pants included.

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