11/2/01        1

Been weeks,
back at 'thee' bar,
the only bar life brings
present to wonderful
scary of late =
Arizona una reality.
A reality within which
I'm again learning how to bask

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11/02/01    2

and the Arizona poems come forth,
every time lately,
like stadium abandoned peanut shells
long after a canceled ball game.

11/02/01    3

Why is it that 90% of these napkins
- these days, don't find my computer?
And, why is it.
that only 3% of those get translated once
every 10 years onto BDBP.
(Sober note: because they suck)

11/02/01    4

11/02/01    4

We often lose 'it,'
however, which is great BTW,
have you ever been in the 
state to lose 'it', your
prowess, and not give a shit?
A man really has his prowess
once he's lost it and doesn't
give a damn.

Your powerlessness,
'drunken poet'
me.

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11/02/01        5

The people in life
without respite push into
this man's reality.
Constant effort to negotiate
them, The people are
at once beautiful and
obstacles - always, every time,
but always more beautiful
than they are obstacles.

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11/02/01        6

Funny. No matter what
I forget, I never
forget the napkin
count. A night with two
many words from too
many people to distill
into few words by the
bad drunken bar poet.
The night is great.
the night is unresolved.
the night is left
with drunkenness, multiple
possibilities and no resolve
accompanied bye the not uncommon...

 

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11/02/01        #7

God, have you felt it?
The utter bliss of
no care, no inhibition?

Some sit drunken when
the get drunk; fortunately,
some get naked, exposed
and discovered when.

love you aq.

DRW

 

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Dear Friday, September something
after the crash
in 2001-
hmm, after a 10 buck tip
t' get ignored- love when that
happens.

 

Back at the bar
the only bar life brings
present to wonderful
and scary of late
Ariz. una reality.

A reality within which

I'm again learning how to bask

 

 

Been long,
first line for sure
marking all beginnings,
of all the ends of my
long respites in word to
napkin through pen I'm
a bar drunken- again.

 

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how can one feel so much 
light while so dark?
outside - the US "outside"
I mean. Today is all
outside and not free,
accept family, free from everything
that is.
My bunker is constructed from
thin bar napkins. What does that
say of my bunker or my safety?

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She, it turns out,
left my years
from the time of
safety and bliss this
man calls high school until
this man learned
that 'bliss' is a construction
that some parents build for
children and some children

 

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'ready to go'
she says
=prolly those words
ignite her car's ignitions
shi i leaves,
never the lack of surprises
her leaving means she
dies from ever again site.

 

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