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Song of the Shisha I have smoked my nargileh with holy men & singer-songwriters, I have smoked my nargileh with Dennis Kucinich & Alan Keyes, With lovers & fighters, Recherché, white tea, cheese, And we dabbled in America, our eyes rolled upward, prolix & terse. I discussed the end of racism with the lost generations, I demonstrated blowing a perfect smoke ring to a bookstore oligarch, And seeds from the plantations, Waiting for the walking shark, This talk-show knows no boundaries, our editors & our patience. There was a gay Marfan who laid on the ceiling, The chandelier grimacing & the fog of our exhalations, Laws & lawyers & disco fleeing, Micromanaging the painting of the white fence, We turned down the radio & let the conversation freeze in feeling. I left my prostate upon the crystal pavement, And with a right-wing blowhard covered in boils, Library's circular descent, Munching on his own snaky coils, Let's stay here, the waitress has been tipped thirty percent. This non-manufactured dialog broadcast to the nations, The sensation between our nostrils & sacred truth, Eternal inhalations, Forty-five Spider Monkeys climbing on Jenny Ruth, I will invite this galaxy to the table, the midair thickly with suspense. We must renew the bowl, now pass me the proboscis, Our goals & coals are finest lemon-tree wood, Crucified on criss-crosses, Fertile in the darkest mud, One last old man joins us on the rug, let the smoke revigorate his fossils.
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