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March 27, 2006
5 haiku 19
It's windy outside.
I just got a citation
that smells like paper.
There is no doctor
in the rest stop where I sit,
my heart in my neck.
I drove all that way
to eat some beans, smoke some pot
and throw up the beans.
Lie down on the porch.
A rock pattern in my face.
The world stops spinning.
The government laughed,
and I swept up all the glass
shattered in the street.
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