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Tallahassee Lassie Has a Panatella in Santiago de Cuba
by Gregory Severance slut boys in the boon- docks lost the haze in a- byss vanished in the poe- try now as we have seen it is on- ly for him I may as well give but the poet him- self was al- so lost his name Jack- son Ma- lone man and me now that I have no fur- ther being lang- uage nothin- gness probable that the other is look- ing at me og- ling surf- ers on long boards ocean wet- suits reef- er break off- shore kinky corn- er text- ures or my ur- inalysis refus- als first dance last call she show me the way whisky bar inhabited by my precious slut boys and then that half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels slipped from my hand spattered all over the sidewalks of funky town I'll never get over it the view from high ground of the canefields glowing in the mid- dle of night ablaze in enemy terri- tory May 2-3, 1999
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