Wednesday, January 18, 2017

voice projection

the mute the pres
ent fork was crying
self the foghorn dungly
rea soned's long last
hammer ,deftly si lent
:hefty tines release the
sneeze tomorroww
here a sluggish be ast
slobbers did the wall .a
suit de scended book is
drying on the stove your
foot grilled on it's mask or
storm it's plate of sausage
filled with hair

loud and stam mered
,cloud of aspirina


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