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the afternoon is sweet and still, and still, still sweet
& i have a tepid eye for the memory of your dreams
but more i have a warm throat and a bottle of cool fickle fizzzzzz z z zs-
the bottleneck clarity like a spyglass into a clinking cream soda afternoon
three feathers fringing my ear, two spyglas-sz z s , one summer day
everything intrudes on white, didn't you know?
a thousand ivory thoughts, like parchment,
i think this sun is a watermelon
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