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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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