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by G. Sutton Breiding 31 May 2020
Everybody's starting to crash hard.
Remember crashing after an acid trip?
& William Burroughs on every street corner.
Summer morns are
all Blake & dewy angel kisses.
I feel pornographic all the time.
The fog braided with willow limbs.
Bagpipes of a thousand years ago.
Sappho says, " Strum my lyre."
Virginia says, "Follow me down."
So far, so good.
I sing as I sink.
Poetry for curbside pick-up.