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A jug of wine
Pack of smokes
And Hector Berlioz on the hi-fi
Oh the vibrations
Broken rhythms
The now in perfect oblivion
Imagination in isolation
Smoke thick enough
To cloud the eyes to choke
Sips of wine revive
And elicit after a spell
Go to hell!
With this attitude
Words are thrown freely
Carelessly on the paper
Amazing the results
One wonders about the greats
How much stoned poetry?
Dave Austin
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