pollen i am out in the neighbourhood and elsewhere

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the breeze was so hairy this afternoon
i didnt see the truck until it was
too late to seem at all attentive.
then my face blew in from the bay.

your trash beats my golden egg.

we were trying to sleep and one of you
went and mentioned hooks at the window
and things and eventually
we haggled the conversation down to ring pops or
pork versus beef.

someone out there is a four year old
and that’s very funny. this neighbourhood
is full of dirtbikes
and it’s nice to have someone else around
who still looks very funny when he runs.

i was keeping pretty good pace,
maybe dragging my foot a little
on account of the hairline fracture
i probably got kicking in my own door.

i’m leafing through lifestyles and
obituaries looking for
typographical errors. nothing
ends up as neat as you’d like
and that’s something to keep
in mind until i go out like
shelley or kinski or the
forty thieves or whoever.

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