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Alice Lesnick

Guy Walks Into a Bar

Guy walks into a bar --

My friend, this is changing:
Suspense, you know, breath
Without rhythm
You know what I'm talking about
A bout of fluid dreaming
I want, I want

Mucky memory lime-
Light crossing blades of grass . . .
Take it from the top! Take it
Away. Not for poison
But fish need cool slip, the
Potter's bone is spiral knowledge
Queasy, greasy, in it
We trust

Midnight toast
To you,
Consenting to come into the new
Far out from bar room singing
Far into --

I want this Lingua frankly
But see no teacher but need
But energy
But what I can't see here
Where losing and forming are
The same word

On to the next project

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