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i miss that one crusade
the one where you wore a purple cape
i can smell it now when i lick a styrofoam cup
in a battery park skateboard roll
we bunked up in a foxhole with a lotus
and passed the pipe for days
the dark light shined out of your lamp
and the edges yellow burning
my musket plugged and burst black
over the picnic fish
that daredevil herring
with mercury eye

your stack of fetish magazines
and vegetable necklace
made me deaf by
a tiny brass band
dangling from a pine

horseback days
to the turtle pond
on a criminal hoof
blindfolded
hands tied behind
our heads
gone to
milk
the
grass
for sun
drops