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named precious stones of joy

dropped over the dark edge

standin lookin down the shaft

damn you will never feel that

i'm sorry for the stones

i'm sorry for the pouch and

the pick ax

when i'm pannin in the stream

joy is mine its mine i put it in the bundle

wrapped it up like papoose you gotta get

your own you

my healing rocks in the pouch

i worry about holes and thorns on my hat

and sad leaks out the ground and gets your feet

but joy you dig for it and when you hit it its only yours

i want

joy joy joy please can you feel

multiple hallelujah

if i wasnt pannin in the stream with my midas fart

i would be in the sweat lodge with the jade emerald

lapiz lazuli

put em on me

hush up now i feel

the healings

i want

valentines day attire,

those are the conditions?

no, not today madam

i will stay here

today i will only smoke

"you goddam idiot"

i know i write "poems"

liberal arts college

temper tantrum

mom's house

fear forever,

oh get outta my room

what i am i read

in the new yorker

no i do not care,

nothing to be done

skippin out of that

oh, oh and that is why

i am fond of it all

because it is like a duck

im steppin

its quackin behind me

life is a hilarious duck