Those were the heroin days
when brown pelicans
slapped their bellies
across our graves
free styling water rides
panties wrapped around their heads
when time was ordered, sorted
measured by the flavor in our veins
We caught out breath on Iggy Pop
locked our teeth with Dylan
dug ourselves beneath the canvas
tasting dog hair, dirt, spent semen,
we marveled the grit between our bones
the bright white light
the heat that bent
Like carnival barkers
we banged the drum from inside out
except, I never caught the rhythm
the syntax of a talker
echo of the big top, the high wire crowd
the he man she man trapeze gazelles
I was the doorstop, the clear the way
passed through, around, behind
keeping that there and me here
ghost me, shading the edges
pencil lead worn smooth
Rolling down my sleeves
I let go the door
all out and over, all out, all over
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