not need another coffee or the latest model car
you saw near the end of the catalog.
not need another cigarette
intellectual or appear as wisps of smoke
throw a typewriter.
not need another beer or another bum
to bend your knees before you.
not need to be pulled
feel miserable
give back to help
stomp hard on the snow.
not need to betray a friend
not a funny cliché
long hair and short ideas.
not need rock music to sound
or coins from your pockets
or challenge God to a duel in the arena.
not need to marry at twenty
have four kids that run around the room
you pay a fixed schedule
without interest.
not need no alibis
cut as mirages and false
pots sown land only.
just need to open your eyes and breathe
sing to the moon and the sun
sleep between lilies and daisies
and pat the son of the trees.
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