Good morning winterberries
as the starlight whispers to the dawn
Slick hot fat
runs down the edges of the page
as it drips off the leaves
The peak of Summer
Tennis and waterskiing
and dreaming of a fresh horizon where there
is meaning
where oil isn't so important and where money is safe
in a bank not from thieves with guns,
but from thieves with suits
the river of life keeps flowing
carrying the pollutants away
and sour tidings to the sewage sea
shark fins ripped gently through the fluid
the little fishing boat floating gently in the buoying tide
and all the floatng people eating Prosac in the soft crusade
There are no floatsam quills here
This flesh exploration
as PlayBoy fleapots sit idly by as the margaritas eat themselves in harmony
A black dog kingston obessively chews the town with only floss
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