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Bird-eating pleasures

Calm these rabbits around the spirals

the *** is still in my wind pipe

and the morning will be late till spring.

 

Screeching lightbulbs rewind impatience

------The naked nuisance is scrubbing into your nebula.

 

Hands that helped us into the pit

Beware them

again

 

Popping trophies and other autobiographies

coil into soda cans like strange theories.

objects objects

everywhere you go

 

faster. slower. pause.

revival. tow. exhaust.

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joseph-s-c-pope
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Feb 20, 2013
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