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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Type-Writer Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked down jazz alleys rolling cigarettes<br>and a head filled with typewriter dreams, <br>silently praying to sidewalk Gods<br>for the inhaling of coconut rum, <br>Chicago and Havana, <br>minds heavy with thoughts of steel and uranium<br>in the years before cold war, red missiles, <br>and the rusting sickle of Russian terror, <br>seeing dusty men gathered outside newspaper stands<br>waiting, plotting, in quiet conversations about bombs, <br>and in America, small bankers with obscene mustaches<br>fingering money with a capitalist fix, primarily out<br>of silk lined jackets of men who pretended to be middle class, <br>stuck in first like early model Cadillacs, but blooming<br>in the 60's like early spring lilacs, violent purple, pink, <br>and the blue of acid blotter fractal brothers and Grey's <br>later paintings of cross-sectioned life, where Jesus splayed out<br>examined in new eyes of a public embracing science and<br>the sub-atomic nuclear buzz, in the years before computers<br>and solitary confinement of plastic and lamplight, in the years<br>before the war on multicolored terror and the human manifestation of the plague, <br>here the rising fist was a message, not a punchline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wolf+Wandering">Wolf Wandering</a><div class=q>
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Chicago and Havana, 
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