abandoned devils
they, serve no self
no climb
the bowl that once contained rice,
is empty
to wrestle with the notion
that life could be overcome
not abandoned
in a roadside ditch
lolita
the means to a drug
mortal body
and divine universe
there is no self
only the primordial
my obsession
it keeps me
sorting the potatoes
high on mescaline
wandering to the nonesense
the musing of crickets
and bullfrogs
to fall into that well
instictively drawn
infantcy
the cry and moan
to pinch and tickle
they called her fancy
the best minds
no longer pulling the wagon
when love comes
there are no bargains
no repeal
she moves bleak
....
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