Sunday, February 18, 2018


enraged the eye that corners
you embraced embrace the
shattered pole my iced
word shroud it was your
cumbrance gritty coldcut in
your sandwich thick with
socks' long walk across
a rutted cornfield was
your head ccrustedd wwith
aantsts and a rusty spoon

was your head crusted
with forks and a
creamy knife rewinds
your form of chewing
breakfast with an
ancient pill it was a
hand yanking at your
tongue what said what
said a dusty wind mum
bles in the edgeless weeds


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