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humming
and shuddering
like me
when i’m walking
headache
behind my
eye.
wondering and wishing
for
direction, intent
freshness
and joy
alienation
of isolation
mental
sandwich of
soul cuts.
hold the mayo
extra
mustard. subway
stops
between stops.
How is
that possible? Binky
asks
vacantly. Binky
the man of
the buxom
blonde
married to the young
stockbroker
whose
nyc loft
in SoHo I’ve
been
making myself sick
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painting. At least
the company
is good. Four
artists
and wisecracks
The number
is dwindling.
Acreage of
the cosmos.
Population
control.
Dogs
defecating on streets.
speeding
train again, really
stopping
now Binky. The
collectibles
are contagious
in NYC.
From hard won
or easy
found dumpster
magic, or
addictive
evening
classes. mag. tv.
input
collection mental
information,
gonna use it
some day I
swear
never know
when
can’t
throw it out <
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