1959—i''l keep drifting through
the ocean. i'll sail across the sea
searching for my Ithaca before your
strung-out sirens sing their cacophonous
melodies. i'll dodge the Californian cyclopses
and the one who once fought
under my flag. i'll push aside the straight-fucking
from those bleeding goddesses;
fight temptations to find my own way home
without a beam burning with reefer.
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