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February 8, 1973
A SOBER MOOD,
If there were three ways to stay awake,
I would consider each as a key to splendid watermelon
To smiling stomachs,
To a P. E. class.
I would savor each on different days, and
Lock them away for me.
I would write for the memory, and
Harvest planted seeds, and
When I grow to that detestible point,
That loathsome point,
That destructive point of sleep and
Instagnation,
I would settle into my magic room with my key
And my three ways.
And there alone,
All alone, would I take out the first key,
And shower myself with icy milk and try to stay awake.
And in tense disgust, would I remove the second,
And light flame to my skin.
And in angered disappointment would I remove the last,
And finally stay awake.
Should you ever need such mystic guidance,
Try another number.