Simulacra 889 My words do not skip, whoop, or wheel across the page There is nothing like it when things get rolling My father sitting in the kitchen With a bottle of whiskey Bare-chested and drunk And exquisite look upon his face An intense satisfaction that was experienced more than understood Life was exploding around…

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