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5 Minutes |
Well in the five minutes I have left to me before my elastic soul traverses the byways of evening Los Angeles only to land in a roomful a Buddhists and try to escape this mind for a couple hours, in the five minutes before this rumpled man straightens into a stand and darts between brigands in the search for all the illusory gold his droopy pants can hold, in those five minutes we will swill water and slather black pen carelessly atop the light blue lines, we are backwards and ass-sides up again and it is the most effortless thing we have done all day, our eyes roll off, our karma collapses, the imminence of our evening dissolves into multisyllable and illegibility, economy a lost notion, the black words slipping sneakily across the white sands of too-consciousness, nobody knowing, nobody ever need know a thing.
copyright 2006
keith
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