joy
can't help but squab on toxicity
to
slide a cheesecake down from its fixing point
and
mess the rake of logic onto a 'stop pad'
no
happy medium in the dry sand –
can
you please bobble on piss
and be
nice to bunches of solids on theater seats
anywhere
around junk I am really all
Hubble pulled
from your window, lined with “pick me gone from”
drawn
ledge of high level indication
spitballing
to really concentrate on my narcissist
quantified
instead of sealed off
body
the ash and go along to permeate,
an
installation of I and we
of
scrolling a shriek up the zoo
like
stopping hiccuping and now I want
my
hiccup back
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