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Let alone vision 

smell corrupted memory

got hooked up to some machine somewhere and put all the thetans in me

trust the best bass riffs you ever heard

tight rhythms that shoot to noise as a function of everything really

distance and time

porosity and brittleness 

regret and longing 

infinite attachment 

myopic perspectives 

what minerals in the river clean you off

what seeds stand out to you as heirlooms 

what was passed down with the expectation of return

i miss something that never was from a time and place that doesn't exist anymore 

spitting in the boiling water for Mac and cheese with my babysitter Heather 

lying about it

watching son in law starring Pauley shore

in a room with caged birds who are still alive maybe

i can cavort with them and reminisce 

not Heather tho

last I heard she was arrested in Maine 

and like belmar arcade and the McDonald's on 14th ave

the abandoned hotel on our block 

the first time in the back places, where they get rid of steam and trash 

hide and seek bases and the old industrial decay of the north Jersey coast line 

Cordicidin and southern comfort 

don't look back in anger 

my first girl friend was named sally 

don't look back in anger I heard you say