yes, the one that flows like water
from deep down the stream those that go
with the fish on their fins gliding on the
moss beneath or the sea grass below?
just be like Charles,
keep on talking freely
taking words from the bottom of your heart,
if possible, less the drinks and the drunkenness
sans the women with their naked bodies
still asleep on those messy bed
sheets and rambling pillows and broken bulbs,
as empty bottles of beer are still dancing
wildly
on the floors of the restless minds.
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