Thursday, August 5, 2004
Dancing Monk
Dancing Monk. When I first left New York when I first put in the key in the ignition, I felt starvation, elation, creation. When I put down the roof and saw the sky opening up over my head I was thinking I'm finally moving ahead. I am eating the ripe mango; Dipping the peach in the red wine With the brown sugar. And the speed. The speed. The speed. Must be that I'm crazy. Must be that I'm delusional Irrational, coming undone Unravelling like a wild dream in the desert where the rabbits are...
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