I felt
poliowood
and wanna
minimize Windows O-face
still-warming
in agonyliver
with
objectively not much inside
or what
feels like the Kindle
that
sadness corduroys
Zentaped in
dungeon hair
enlightenment,
an interpretation
exorcized
from horsemeat
and cutting
down the whitelight
of its
blinding, linear dust-migration
Like
swerving for a deer in
the road, a
lot of damage
not done in
not hitting
Garfield
with his colostomy bag
shedding
skin, sending
umbrellacrust
into kooky orbit
masturbation-recirculated
scabies
and bubbles
in eyebrows
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