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Dear Jane
I am the wine you are drinking
the pill you remember you tookhow much of your life do I possess
you are what you eat
you eat from a handthis hand you are eating
lasts
for my lifewell there will always be art
to keep another word alive
youfor you the artist will trick or treat
thanks to Chuck Berry (the thief)
the combination of neuroses it takesto make artists will always exist
a Neanderthal neurosis
caged in autobiographyinspiration is a visitation
sent to someone
when out of their mindyou can't have your cake & eat it too
you put it in my refrigerator
someone must pull the shadethe confession of summer
art hugs clean
turns coldnow we must somehow sleep
with each other
inside.