Tuesday, July 25, 2017


rice risen in your hat a
doubled fork wet in
cision in your wallet's
gore each containment
shoulders all that gas was
liquid standing on your
hairs was ash imper ative
in your book's remote
control spit a tongue-sm
eared pen was clean or th
inking-mask was ripppling
down your face in a dry bowl's
sudden wave

wisdom storm ,angle of yr fat


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