city in your
fog
blinding rust or gasoline
was your face's burnt eyelids
cooling in the mud your
single shadow formed a
,clock upchucked a ,tomb
flopping in your tongue sand
wich ice is milk runs
down yr leg could what
you said could steel
speak your thought lock
crumbled in the red dust
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