I try to keep my shit plugged in
If the translation is right, a push button
In the ear of a swan
Speaks muffled shards
Sings it puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose again. Eliminates
Bats with baby faces. To learn is to eliminate.
Where is your data? Give me some
Scratch I can put in the computer.
Not your soliloquies of itch,
Complex social assemblages of war,
& virally like that. Simile's not up to it.
A pathway through the hard shells
Zoo howitzer - of these dwellings, &
Seeks prey. Itch on a tiny island
Circling swarm of swans, finding luring
Toward that crypto night
Fans out a window, shaft is vined,
No echoed instep hard fragging.
Swans can't scratch it for itch. Big
Bubba says Shit or go blind. Itch
Bane written on yellowed label
That dissolves under the sweat of a palm
Racing through the rubble, against
What will eat you whole, breaking
Canister with shoulder no tub
To hide in, dust on barrel of gun
Backed up to a swan what circles overhead.
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