Poem For Patti Smith
The
Hole
In your hea(rt)d
Could be nostalgic
Could be a witches curse
555 - HOLE
("Pick up...")
Check in with the meat eating bug(ging me)s
They'll know you better than Jesus
In THE END
Suspect IT
Rotten
Who gives a shit what the small town dips th(ought)ink?!
THAT
Was
The Big Mistake
The World of Purpose
Is our own to bake
The World of Meaning
Is our own to bake
The Real World
The Only World
The World
That matters
Is
Seen
Through
The
Hole
Through
The
Hole
Through
The
Hole
("Come on baby/// Light my fire.")
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