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Jun 14, 2005 00:50

thirteen tribes
thirteen townships in suffolk county
correlations everywhere
thirteen cigarettes sucked on
thirteen budweiser cans hidden in hands
thirteen minutes spent sleeping on the bus
dreaming of more correlations.
lost in the thirteen languages which hover through the bus air
ran out of beer so you drink the mist
it sneaks in off the road.
all of these days are vague
spent making theories to possess reality
in a cage made of words,
but catastrophes will cut apart these syllables
and you'll have to make a bigger box.
thirteen is everywhere
all throughout history,
but so is fourteen
and so is fifteen
and so is sixteen
and so on
until you fall asleep,
though you can continue counting
in dreams blended together.
eyelids closed
processing thoughts
to make up for a day of no thinking.
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