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Jan 2013
Last week we bought a bottle of epilepsy to share
at a party made to crash on dinner plates
rolling down uphill battles.

The clustering warm anticipation set to pounce falls short
with talks of who is late and who can't make it
because someone in the family disapproves.
Who cares about the bitter salt cakes in the dust of fossilized crustaceans?
The polar bears march to beautiful, pointless noise beating off the living receptacles.

The locals are scars in the conclusions deep in the visiting soundsβ€”almost forgot but still murmuring.
*The first citizens of noise.
Joseph S C Pope
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Joseph S C Pope  Myrtle Beach, SC
(Myrtle Beach, SC)   
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