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Sep 2019
Uncovered a corpse
a human one (not sleeping)
: to be an odd day

By a woodland stream
did not **** it with a stick
pushed plants in the mouth

Lay down next to it
we are roughly the same height
look at the blue sky

Tugged at the trousers
biologically a male
tan lines of summer

Cool dough to the touch
bedded to your position
take my warm jacket

Bloat away features
you smelly gassy baby man
bad breath and *****

Other life is new life
deflated and spilling out
insects and earth sponge

You’ve soaked to be rags
a horrid mark has been stamped
revolting presence !

You are a husk now
a spoiled arrangement now
not special to me !

Day number...God knows ?
await our discovery
seasons have since changed

I grow impatient
distracted, then dispersement
I wander away
Impermanence exercise
neth jones
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neth jones  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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