3 writers do not a generation make
but
the hideous human angels do
and
writing for/with/to the hideous human angels
with holy arms and holy shoulders and holy armpits
certainly do make
some generation.
sometimes it is good to recall
that los angeles is, in fact,
los ángeles
and while we submerge into
the not-so-holy abyss
the 3 writers are always there
or at least should be
to remind us
life is not the unholy abyss
but it's
the holy tune of salt peanuts
and the holy cheeks of Gillespie
explaining how he likes
his salt peanuts.
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