(from: the Loss Lieder)
just a traverse compromise mask wearing yr minutes
things tossed in
the air
purchasing
little space-time sparks
maybe an initial
claiming an electronic order
‘cause here
there juggling cold security
unless roman
encoding‘s noiseless
juke expert tune
for my discount sight you know they
say
plum out of
escape hatch when you’re located
in a soldier choreograph
bracket
kennel to spill
yr guts should they ask, a fling
under least with
no one there color drifts
queasy
green ramble-tone flat teal
nope, the crease runs across backwards
curdle at a leap
post
when you
turn, the eye turns too
very antacid
kleenex to not
tear thru battled racket scheme
quote them
plumage extras knock down salmon
unspawn
plosive as a
picture
less than around
here spilled
vacuous with
tons of rules or charms to
re-order miles
near the wall it says you’ve gotta get locked in
order for us to
believe you haunt yr cracked head story
dampen down that
qualification
woven from hot
dogs & poisoned park hits as life a freak
links
underfeeling do i reach for slipping
?
really the last
time they had it this way the underfunded burned,
quality if’s are
getting run thru dark streets.
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