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ACTUAL REALITY

The reservoir
Fills up with lonely
Creationists.

The women of the valley
Rub their faces over it.

Quit crediting me
With the laughter-in-public.

I call them, therefore I see them.

Cretin!
Not a good name for a child.
Good... bad...

Time goes through me
But I feel okay

Can a poem visit an
Old neighborhood

The top of the hat soaking
From underneath

The pale blue year

Compulsive consultation
Then just watch for a while,
For God's sake don't mention dreaming --
Why? will God cease
Delivery of the Times if I do?

All over everyone
Has good feelings for the phone

I propose a much simpler field
For consideration of
The sky saw:
Make 'em feel one thing
After another.

Mr. Wireless
You have nothing to do
With the rosin on the bow

Sleepy thinking
On loan from a billionaire beekeeper

Falling, falling, falling,

Asleep
Under a sophisticated-looking
Question mark.