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I remember when you were bornA wavy-haired rebelSquealing against our mother’s arms.Now, Small shoes strike cement.A pitter patter in pursuitOf those fiery curls.They follow the flamesFlickering from your head,Unfettered.Don’t blame them for wanting,Chasing.Innocent freedom is a fleeting Godhood,And though you may fall in your play,And grow into the scuffs of age,My Prometheus brother:You do not…

He begins with cryptic commentaries;perfunctory shorthand withinthe margins of a leather-bound text. Which color is Death? Light flashes from passing vehicles.Dash studies the dense text with noteshe views as lineage transmissions. Achievement of the real is not impossible. He endures those endless car ridesAs currents inner realizationsguide surges; crackling insight. Why is the sky so…

Dionysus sits under the neon sign flashingO-P-E-N in a multicolored rainbow the night smells like Busch or Millerit’s cheap and too salty but it keeps flowing like a pee colored river down his throatuntil his eyes are bulging from their sockets some smeared lipstick daydream with her facepressed against her palm, thoughtful, almost pensive he…

It couldn’t come cheap, of course.Then they’d say, “Well, you get what you pay for”and “I bet it’s no good.”We’d package itsleek and clean,not too much of it,always, almost enough.We’d need a slogan too-nothing too clever:Good. It’s for you!And of course a celebrity spokesperson,though that may be harder to come by.But by gum it’s worked…