NOTICE
My long dead
Animal spirit
Doesn’t give
2 shits about your
Drama, symbols, politics
Pornographic presidents
Or clever displays
In my dialect
A long lost forgotten language
Of primitive signs smoke filled
Bars, cigarettes, man caves &
Sun gods on vacation
Riding old motorcycles
Into the dusk
The last of my tribe
Who share these
Ancient memories of
The earth the trees
And the sky &
Of getting laid
On a Saturday night
Tequila
Poetry
& Open
Mics
The zine ?
Now the only
True bible
True words which still
Remain sacred
Poetry
Once again overthrown
By the domestication
Of the human race
A totem left here & there
For posterity’s sake
But the voices
Will always
Stay as they
Travel upon
The wind
Never extinct
Not yet
Not ever
As long as
We remain
like hell we will remain
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