First & Last Fearpoem

Wallace Berman

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If only we can split
Before the Curtain drops.

The Man swings close bust eyes
Ace with dozen heads racked
His funk his down home fink
Im clean my buzz has its base
From the juice of the Czechoslovakian
Nectar: Tequila.

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