against the horror of All,
sleeping in a plasm of snakes,
Cali rises in my face w/out your
touch, brief soul smiling:
i exploit yor dumb balm.
we can ride on fire back
to my place, a dingy 4-star
hole. Shab, my accompanying
dog, whose eyes glow, is mad.
Peg, manifestation of estrogen,
can take you down town, and
yor clan will grow old wondering.
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