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this is dope:
in a court room
trying to make my case
attorneys, solicitors, haggling
over the cost of my bullet
in pounds sterling
in dollars and cents
outside there is a cow
in a patch of moonshine
trying
to capture an idyll
looking pretty subliminal
clouds where the spots should
be and suddenly guitar solos
must be
to announce
golden gates. chosen people,
stretched across chasms
structures
of tubular humanity
and me the accused
summoned to speak, brought
into evidence
watching the film
how
my life rolls
but let
me not disturb you, muss
your precious slumber
dream on dream on
dream a gathering of the clan
tough as tungsten nails
fever in the air
spring time for fundamentals
this is dope
totally dope
pink as your pink
what more can I say? (therein your DNA)
poems 2 die for 