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Sunflowers

November 21, 2006

This is for the Walrus…

–We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.

From Collected Poems 1947-1980 by Allen Ginsberg,

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3 comments

  1. The Walrus gives much thanks and loves his mum very much.


  2. Thank you. :]
    I actually got immediately better after I wrote that post.
    I cried once more after that but not nearly as hard and they were more happy than anything.
    I was really lucky to get to spend time with you and zach and alex.
    I only hope I’m still welcomed.

    Ohh by the way
    I love this quote.
    And about the tea, anytime.
    :]


  3. I love you both – together and apart. I am touched and honored to have you in my life.

    Zach has exquisite taste in friends!



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