| will i know a junky sharpshooting guns conversing lifelong with friend death if i wear glasses will i speak in wisdom posing in glory nude leching in fantasia gay splendour if i wear dust in my hair will i scream through highways writing gassed chevy american latitudes feeling kesey, mcclure calling my kerouac name if i wear my revolutionary polite madness bare my orchard contemplation in raving footpaths will i hitch a ride on my wild past? july 2001 |
| If I wear a hat |
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