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RANDOM WORDINGS
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THE DRUNKENING
that cup of coffee kicks in
wake up call for the lost man
forget all last night’s sins
dimensional thought
hindered in time
unheard of days
& nights of dreams
Pounding the pavement
in Manhattan
slipping into East Village
check out scene
at Nuyorican;
pass Hell’s Angels
with trepidation;
soft footsteps
prancing past
little flower held
in delicate tender hand
of Japanese girl
New York, New York
but getting sick of the song
and all the mass hype
that isn’t worth a shit.
