klank skin boys do one thing right
they climb a hill to get there… but who are they?
i ask because i’m not an idiot
i know a coin of subtlety is a Poet’s *******.
but in this case…
a soliloquy with a sassy domain…
as oblique as a promise that a stone
will never betray
a tidal way
of turtles.

klank skin boys bedazzle their actual kundalini!
sharp as a tack in an acid bath of upsidedown Houdini’s.
they scrawl all the yawning oblivions at their disposal
on parchments as far as what your guessing and then some…
they have no word for how lonely i am or why i
i wrote this,

or why i wrote

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