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A Being Bean
OKcomputer

A caffeine tea dream:
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I am climbing upward the spine-to-rib bridge.
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My back hurts to make itself a new me.
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I climb up my back and I grab my hair
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pull back,
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break back.
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A dead me on the ground, I cross over my back
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and leap to my crown, remove.
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Touch my brain, a fire ignites,
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I flip a match on my boot and remove my shoes.
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Soft gal hair from the holes in my skull
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soft gal skin on the long of the nose.
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soft gal lips like a duck, quack quack.
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Funeral for me in the backyard garden.
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Beneath the Earwig Tunnel Bridge and
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the famous pillbug ranch.
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The fireflies are crawling over my hands.
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They float glowing golden boats
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along my  stagnant blood roads.
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Tonight I came for a bookly king,
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if tonight was ten years ago.
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Here he arrives with a book by his side
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and a frozen note in a snow envelope.
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Say his eyes, come here. Say his hands, I want to know you.
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I prayed  to the oven god and it wrote no reply.
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I lay the white king in the dirt and slew him.
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11:11 pm, tuesday, august 5 2008
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immediately after work, mind games all day
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5 Aug 08


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is 11:11pm of any significance? did you begin writing your poem at this moment in time or did you finish it?
 — raskolniikov

it is 7:40 am. i am now hitting and slapping myself awake.

i finished it at that time
 — OKcomputer

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