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Getting It Out
We screamed in freaked-out VW's
pounded bewildered pillows
talked to bored wooden chairs
analyzed shadowed dreams, remembered
when we were Cleo or the asp.
We explored our inner selves
with bad pot and frenzied sex,
minds taut as new rubber,
when we just wanted to feel like a kid
again, barefoot in summer dirt,
daisy in hand, daydreaming
about marshmallow clouds,
moon pies and Big Mama's sweet lap.
Pris Campbell
©2008
Photo of S.A. Griffin
, actor, poet, co-editor of The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and friend, 'on
the bus' from his personal archives and used with permission.
Photo taken by Jeffoto.
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