wrapping bad apples in surgical drapes
they won’t stop knocking the retro reflector
in which my head and gait and comportment
and all my riches furiously scuttle about
to catch that chirpy voiced aesthetic
to jump into the stationary woman
dissolving bone marrow standing near the
friskiest prognosis, synchronizing debris
to rest their toothpaste
get hit by your street smarts – your wall-sniffing canister
‘thanks doctor-society-loves-you-its-in-their-graffiti-ribs
‘quack-quack’
the importance of using blanket craft:
ambivalence is my ninja star
fuzz in teeth my collision
you should see when mudscreen blocks time!
curious about your shooting eating recycling nancy
curry runs straight through the light-concentration
i was going to go as a plastic band
now i’m going as diarrhea
working this time!
it
is
working this time!
the little bug on the geared rotor!
dropped friends off
where the yoga position crashed
and felt calm and black and white driving home
when that – i.e. zero decision-making acumen –
and the thrrp thrrp
of flames on the celebration of corduroy pants
usually add to the bunion’s woes
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