Confusion comes from the difficulty
In bananas. Danny Dickenson’s poems
Are the peels we had to get. I ate as
Many as my moms had flagrant toothpaste.
Framed by the use of a knife to cut them
The words like a cigarette. Cut the words
Into lean smoking story. Her poems make
Rehab came back out lit. The innocence.
They looked like a canned smoke rose. Her poems had
The lady in back with resurrection.
Had just blown the end off Danny. We sent
The money. Had always gambled wrongly.
Could use some innocence even loss of.
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