Fully mountable swans of life-sized anxiety
Claw along the access routes. Of course must
But no don't want to. Things left on the radiator
In the season it is off. Distant cars are nearly
Silence. Pits, scars, dead shields over redder
Flesh. Piss take. My filth and final offer. Hop
Skip and a jump from shedding the connected
Documents. Kind enough to let me stretch
Like a baby arm of itch and absolutist
Bon mots. Chop chop. Thesis after thesis
& wiggling margin. But let me look at my notes.
Somewhere a video streams of a model
Weeping at the sarcasm of a judge before
She takes up arms to negate the street.
The hum pierces from the machine of buttons
Push forward like a swan on balm.
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