Entry for Slab City Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
I got water and weed I'm richer' n richer I ain't in need of cash you can drop me your trash gonna make me an art for the East Jesus shrine. Hear this from a wizard ole Stalin is the man red dolphins are the truth. Plastic legs on the roof of my old pink Chevy (not been to the levee) Barbie girls, haunted dreams, painted rats and crosses; all singing at the Range. Slab City; nothing's strange a show called Jester J**z sings semen has declined. Blue pig fortune tellers in yellow school busses grow purple-flowered weeds, sell early traded beads. The wind howls, the dogs bark; the dreamcatcher misses. I chase empty beer cans for one that might be full use ultraviolet lamp in Pink Flamingo camp I am just another wandering refugee Snowbirds come in winter UPS delivers. Past Salvation Mountain there's no soda fountain for those that don't believe; head back to Babylon.
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