Posthumous apprenticeship

there he is
standing in two dollar Chinese slippers
Boulder flat
portrait of Whitman
rolling gray fibers
matting wall
Allen, your pate
is glowing
looks to screw on and off
distinguished mouth, glasses, beard
I say what?
you say who
I say who are you?
you want to think about that
close to dying
ahh,
a morbid wreck of bones—
carry me?
Allen, you’re a flirt
first degree
want the underbelly always
fed up
angry
cant comprehend world
destructing round you
though surely you return!
good
that is enough
Im leaving the temple
Allen, you’re family
the others of the street
I meet
lack
something familiar

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