Monday, August 04, 2008

An Old Poem, Revised

Let by Donald Illich your house burn down from a guerilla mix of chemicals let a mad capped truck driver roll his wheels on your toes let a girl you’ve loved for years take you home in her Plymouth let the department stores close lose her gift, you’re not Araby let her beat you in a quiz show let her offer you a neck to kiss you must you own these dreams


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