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 No kings in western culture I see hungry Bodhisattva

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Every painted horse,penned Every rusted horse at old adobe' wall All, making their way to and out of the ground. Sidewinders' tails con-trail in sand, Thoughts of her man. Texas farm widow rides ferrous wheels. Last summer Hercules spoke his tractored disc and harrow. Deep plow ran furrow line to porch held boots. Cobbs in 'em now, wheels once turning, stopped,slanted. Dreary-eyed mare just foaled. Widow looks at sky. Her boy had married,gone to town. Last berry pie's in the paine, sunset on ...

Guitars time lifts heel and knee, wrist and fan fall in diminuendo; Islams high howl tap,tap.....fast clapping from close chairs, cigar smoke, burning joss, my eyes begged her to quit the heat from smoke came castanettes I was her slave and fuel to burn

I woke up sober Sunday morning, no money for a Saturday night. A fishermans life I'll flense and flee. Sun blazes on my naked hooks pulled from a naked sea I tie my boat to China beach, railcars filled with toys and dildos; trains to take them off to mart. Hopping off from boat to dock I look for something steady in a sea of change. Compass spinning wildy, I made a bearing through dead reckoning. A billboard sign above the old cannery pointed the way; I'd catch the next bus out. A pensive pa...