_Fear & Swans Itch_ [ 13 ] by John Lowther

So there is at least one more. The one more doctrine.

Someone buzzed but no one wants to answer.

Those beefs dealing steroids are laughing again

Like a surprise owl in daylight threatening to rain.

I have to leave it but I want to drink the scratches of it

As I bang this line, they sound so unquenching.

Hard, like caked-on swan, scratch lines through them

To the plate below. No more threats and thunder

Variety pool grinds to a halt in a dither of indecision.

I didn't ask to be this way. I don't know what I want.

The sky says take that, just says it it doesn't cry it

Doesn't care enough for that.

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