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June 08, 2026
More in Fooling Around perhaps I'm no poet
.. ok there's not doubt about that. 
The fear, in the eyes of the poet at least, is for relevance
lost in some translation left for Latin professors and art scholars.
I beg on the street corner with a coke cup for $5 -- just enough for lime juice for tequilla for salt
I can walk home from here, but with that, I will have relevance
and the best vantage point of a city unmarried to words or truth.
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