sidesong #1

for a bow the dawn is quick

manage volcano time a helpful reference

a sneak is in the middle of a slake

maybe rip in time saves lime or lines

at the beginning of music is the limits of the moon

old photos live undersea with urchins

the voice comes thru a machine, with sectioned trembling

preen stupoid laff rings untrue

undeclared goes undersized in a con game urbation

the storm that misses you swims in your eye

overgrazed and then listening to a gospel side

recruited at the rectangular coordinate

each musical phrase will stir under ashes

what do ya think? you slung a word past lunacy

parasite city’s a mix of then & here

lag time manages a bed of nails calendrical

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