Thursday, June 27, 2013

Cleared past the outposts
midnight-dirty-chai
road-times

lawless filthy bastards
all of them
cops with sticks
could never catch us,
blew by them coming
and going

(threw away our passports
and let the buddhas help us
get paid)

women flowed like water
sunlight soft and still
heart-space

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