these gently folding days quietly enclose loose ends, cut ties
smoldering holes in envelopes snuffed out and resupplied
as old faces from stained photographs show wear
and reappear to bid you well and decent health
its good its real cool
everything that comes out of us rolls the world
shape incessant mirror image, looking glass repetition
springs it on its way bouncing sun beams off its ass crack.
inquiry is vainglory shifting
spreading like a plague and drowning homes wholesale
souls stroked and swallowed by churning foams
an ocean's wave polluted grain
morning momma, howdy.
im tired of telling you about it.
yesterday you said you'd pay me back. i'm not asking again.
if you need me
ill be blurring lines like rupert murdoch
and beating people to a pulp.
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