Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Great Art

how can I walk home
three miles through the woods
it's suddenly completely dark
and I've lost my shoes

someone offers me a smoke
ridges of weed open-face on a wide paper
light it with a wooden match
surprisingly effective

in the morning the streets are empty
as if there never was a party
my friend sleeping with the windows open
and a trunkful of great art

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