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poem written on stationery from a los angeles hotel which will remain nameless as the stationery was the best thing about the hotel other than the company kept

an ethereal fog blanketed
the willing city this morning

such splendid thinking weather

it was more warm steam filling a beloved bathroom
than rising river darkness

my mind so at peace
as i showered in the glass box

hailing the arrival of the new world

as the past has been eaten by hermit crabs
and my pain washed out to sea

i must have lived before i met you
but remember nothing of it

your pet sounds
cleared throat
are all i possess

somewhere between
a hooting homeless batman
on figueroa & exposition

and the corner of candy clit & banana button

i lost the rest of it

as it should be

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