COMES TO THINKING
I have not blinked. I am still here.
Drinking wine from an ashtray, something
akin to reading Anne Sexton by the
double-dose - such it is that makes me
bleary. Dead-eyed Jack, all is black,
with two marvelous bandits on the corner.
No, I have not blinked and I am still here.
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