maybe god is pooh bear
1.
dean moriarty
came to me
in a dream
and took
from my
fountain
of youth
while sal
paradise
sat and
watched
my back
heavy
from the
weight
of my
breasts
i stopped
my menses
with pages
from
the portable
beat reader
begging for
inspiration
but the
dead stayed
dead
2.
i saw
the best
minds of
my generation
grow tired
of the capital
and drag
themselves
through the
streets
stark raving
mad
coal blue
lighting
split like
a cantaloupe
scoop
me
out
on national
television
make them
remember
my name
3.
nothing is
true and
everything
is permitted
stop by
at night
i’ll leave
the door
unlocked
and open
you like it
when i
let you
walk right in
and take
what you
believe
to be yours
but then
i remind
you
that you
are here
because
i allow it
and to
never
forget your place
4.
i first met
my self doubt
not long after
elementary school
ended
i had just
gotten over
a serious illness
that had kept
me home
for 40 days
and 40 nights
awake worshipping
at the altar
practising wicca
and using runes
rolling dice
looking my
cowardice
down the barrel
of my gun
and shooting
it on sight
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