So be it, not bad.
sit at the last booth near the fire exit,
order a jalapeno margarita, frozen, salted.
use up this morning, this entire morning and this
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All imagination is grinding around the axis of being.
Not bad. Let the sky blacken its face.
Give me rain, two and three drops
wet those yellow lemons piled up by vendors. very good poem. such kind of perception. thank u dear poet.tony
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All imagination is grinding around the axis of being. Not bad. Let the sky blacken its face. Give me rain, two and three drops wet those yellow lemons piled up by vendors. very good poem. such kind of perception. thank u dear poet.tony