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Howdy Dewdney: a broadway poem

for Chris Dewdney & Bob Fones


lead around the room by my head

nothing is 'like' something else
it likes it
assimilation
assumption of qualities the
character-
                istics

(we make it home thru the streets at 2 a.m.
drunk
          streetlight don't like the moon
their chorus
                      music against the sphere
the windshield being glass
glasses could be part of the image
what we look thru
                              from
my 'point-of-view' is an illusion)

absolutes

absolutions

abstract solutions to abstract problems making for an abstract day

or night

                    'just an abstract guy
                    under abstract skies
                    singing abstract songs about you'

october 20/2:20 a.m.



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