ode to 68
some parts of 68 feel like the shit abyss
other parts ecstatic confessions paralytic knee
levitational psyche old sage parsley sage rosemary +time
would i trade for my 28 yr old splendiferousness?
i thought no pre-April 20th International Weed Day
Hitler’s b.day too
now i do think i do not have a soul (Al Purdy) poor
Al donned a homemade mask to leave these parts when
cancerbidden his last breath quite strangled
no i still wouldn’t trade these (un)endless numbered days
poor Al believed his soul had fled and maybe his did i
mean he had a child with his wife’s bestfriend guilty +desecrate
then married her again poor Eurithe Purdy
no my fragrant soul smells like teenspirit +old mezcal casks dig it?
we are entwined in deeeeeep participation mystique dancing with
freshly dead Max Romeo poet in Babylon soon
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Spring 2025 ..yeah we wept when we remembered Zion..
songanddancegirl 