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Utopian Smoke
Utopian Smoke
David J Walker
tie-died Salesmen in ponytails
offered peace in an
Aquarian timeshare
for annual fees and considerations
keys of dried green grass line
Golden streets with Brass Bongs
And the utopians smoke
in long tokes exhaling
foreign views of a world
from the peaks of unnamed
Mountains
where Everyone is equal
Because everyone is No one
who drink from the same fountain
Addressing the various alias
Sir names on forged birth certificates
quoting Dylan as the
Odd god of mangled and
Meaningless phrases
The tie-died Salesmen in ponytails
Have taken apartments
On Wall Street
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