IF I HAVE TO THINK
I figure for nothing. I can spike
lemonade with narcotics and have
it go down easy, or slip some acid
in my shoestring and see how it
ties me up. The thing I most have
trouble with is how long to make
a written moment. Where to go and
what to do. If I have to stop to think,
the whole idea gets lost or mussed.
So, the length of my words is the
stretch of my dog-eared typing.
How long can this go on?
I can never tell.
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