REFUSAL
Here I lie arms crossed in belligerent refusal on the couch potato chesterfield pft pft pft sound of the spout watering the garden out the screened window exhausted from the heat of the brick and mortar, hammers, saws and dust, wires and pipes building the house by day small cottage across the street strange pink, where did Ginsberg hide his marijuana? 2 flies walking on the sun flower without sutra, scepter, gray locomotive and greasy river, is it true - Kandahar explosions for Allah - Burroughs is not dead but conducting terrorism eating naked lunch on roof of Kasbah in Tangiers, still I lie arms crossed in belligerent refusal……………
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