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Poems
Feb 2018
Le Mascarade
Momentum moves as rain commences like a flipped light switch
Oval drops
spider web splatterΒ Β tickles across my forehead
Each thousand thumps
Drum circles, not a rhythmic bone in these bodies
this course, wasn't foreseen
Taste buds are soiled, parole is in five to ten for them
And forget faramones
Lost to leisure
I wish I could keep you in my pocket
Not the front left pocket,
where the business cards and xanax reside or my pants,
Lent and loose change
The other one
Not the masquerade
The one that has forgiven me
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