Monday, December 12, 2016

climate denial

sleep plunder wear yr
song foam's ,laundry
ththundders up yr
hash faced egg an
aspirina's skin inside
a hair tide's warning
,clown yrself ,drown
the blank cloud yr
silence bbooms yr
final loom wheeling
in a sack off cli
ff thr own

yr soaking shorts yr
glanced rope smudge

Tormented in Ivan Arg├╝elles'
Tempesta di Mare


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