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meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

: Name: RM Dustin; Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

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6/10/05

prohibition...

a humble abode with tuscany charm
and bottles that clink when trains rumble by
no harm comes to those who pass
and yet inward the owner sighs
because he’s not allowed to do this or that
and the distribution authority only permits
that which the politicians have been paid to pronounce
what is drinkable
where
when
and hence the owner sighs
because he hopes before he dies
he can sell anything that is fermented
with a complimentary cuban cigar
and a bong hit for the road