ferlinghetti
cheer-up-emo-kid funny fantasies are never so real as oldstyle romances where the hero has a heroine who has long black braids and lets
nobody
kiss her ever
and everybodys trying all the time to run away with her
and the hero is always drawing his (sic) sword and
tilitng at ginmills and
forever telling her he
loves her and has only honorable intentions and
honorable mentions
and no one ever beats him at
anything
but then finally one day
she who has always been so timid
offs with her glove and says
(though not in so many big words)
Lets lie down somewheres
baby
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daxle I saw him read at SDSU once. It was far too solemn, but I enjoyed it anyway. Tomorrow I'll be moving to SF when I can go to my beloved city lights whenever I please. 020731
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paste! i missed city lights when i was in SF and powell's when i was in portland. still kicking myself for those two mishaps. 020731
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Ariadani where the dear and shrimpalla play...

the deer dear.
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