Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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Sudden upwind after midnight dancing home from Frank O'hara lunch poem tribute reading. Lil Wayne and I'm gone daddy to the dark star inside. Spinning around to catch the cool breeze in the heat of the moment, rising up like Hart Crane's bridge, like Truck Darling's severed breasts, glacial whizz on linen paper aeroplane.

Been awhile since I flew like that. 

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