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Transparent Eliot February 18
Transparent Eliot February 18
Transparent Eliot I prancing wooden alleyways Reaching for opaque faces which Vincent van Gogh would marvel Glasses crooked the ladies naked succoring and supplementing My ankles on again I marvel though dead the 10,000 asses in this Karl Marx coffee shop Then my God the innocence like her which I once calibrated With my half gallon of Schlitz Malt Liquor Saturday night I cry a banshee more alone And there is Tom the Madman. O 99 I m 64 they re 22 my passion in trash cans greater Than collapsed cans Coca-Cola and they kissed before me as If this were downtown Paris France She butt tarantula