Get, scratch that, got
Nothing from nothing
Quit breaking
Later just more connections, don't
Forget sight lines, they're a-visual
- fades - Translucent
Body, of
Swan
POV is tricky transmitted thusly. Shakes &
Itch me that revolver from the top shelf, push
The culture button, itch's got scratch to swan with.
Of course there
Are flies in here, a need to trim nails and
The next light are sharing conceptual foreground.
Itch doesn't think full bellied sinister laughter
Echoes in the courtyard. Hock the land lines
Port whine. Hix. Producing more.
Where under were the bubbles is now just that callous with a hint of orange.
I could rationalize all of that stuff but what difference would it make?
Chew nails. Bleed spit. Breathing space
At the end of a line that itches. Feather mufting
Swans been itches. Heute. Jetzt.
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