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Wednesday, January 21, 2004

NEW POEM BY BUCK DOWNS 

        quarter porner





        the not drinking
        is not working
  in every sense
  of the word work
                     fuck work
                  a little too much
                  to be trusted
anamnesis is all in your head
  and it too gets ground
  up by the idling-gear
        of thought without
        end and spit
 no more days off
 in this life sister


                  (for Heather F.)





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thanks Buck for the new emblem for the slog of this slogged world,
your friend,
CAConrad




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