Not a one

The lights flicker
on and off
when those thoughts come
when Patagonia is in
          clear view. 

Dracula's lair in eight bits. 
Dharma knows no bound
seeping, sleeping, keeping
     it all around. 

All this hot smoke
     rises in my head
existing between
     these spaces
          these planes

The eagle couldn't see me here
     couldn't find me
Gypsy gold
     mountain of distrust

Marlboro has me
     by the balls

Grip's slips
     Easy business
     for one two eyes
          and a bracelet of tin
     Smiles and nods
          in circles of easy business

Not a me
     not a I
          not a one
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