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Jun 2020
homeless, nameless, tragicomic living past the place where scavenging doesn’t last.

ready supply of wretchedness unlimited, shopping cart full of your discards skimmed.

no more we say evil Oh God, words over exercised, gone, excised, fk-you-exorcised.

lost the remaining of the last promise gripped, the losses are ice in July, fixed.

my suburban brain, burned, the volunteer firemen failed to care, appear.

put my past you, you, exhibited the lesser lesson, the faun ceased dancing.

my cunning can’t be higher’d nor hired, arm won’t raise/rise
over the head.

where the bloodlines went, just veins who purposely are now deafened, dumb, silenced.

no depth, no plumb line necessary, for measuring the zero deep, the last imperfect pairing.

ditched the muse, the witch *****, who offers tantalizing sweets, poison spoiled.

the next SUV I see, won’t see me
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     Holly D and V
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