Thursday, October 30, 2014

dream of the bus

your fogged fee d
tube branch stuck
ck in mud towel
you chew an arm
burrito from yr
pants buggy sc
once eleven’s
w all the w ires
tw ist d own


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take away the tray

wha t aair fries
up the pale bed its
laundered groin its
its a or a the
flies regale aand
masturb ate the
racous finger p
ointed at the ciel
ing’s sheets ,tr
                                         embling in the light

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why you wipe

cheap shadow lung
cornection uh was
convex at rincón
mis huevos teamed
divorciados fought
‘the smsmoke  .yr
ack tent ,somme
thing breath a
                                         ,lumpy stool

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never said it

meddled glot
tus moronic
wealth accu
mulation so
to speech an
pee l the corn
redapted to
the b end of time
to yellowed sh
eets and hairb
alls in the s
                                         lipper

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