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Anodyne Potion
Under the spell of an anodyne potion
A dream sequence played in my head,
And some of the characters moved in slow-motion,
And some looked as though they were dead.
A large-breasted woman with red lipstick on
Ran nude through a rainy, cold night.
From what was she running? Perhaps from the dawn,
Which taunted her with mad delight!
Then as gulls began gathering on a scrapheap
To pick over something's remains,
I awoke in my bed from that deep state of sleep
And returned to my miserable chains...
poem
by
Joshua Dinkin
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