"Confusion is king: the talk of your town.
Confusion is king: the talk of my town."
- Elliott Smith
Mad as a hatter,
strange, driven to abstraction...
I look to the sun
harvesting the plants
of sparkling, flowery green:
Buddha bless the smoke
I think of my friends
who hear my poems from the dark...
on and off the mark
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