in the willing toward, expanse and
sudden curves, doubles doubling back
that threadbare t-shirt, I am
alive to the channel but reception is bad
and reception is all the there that there is there.
differences internal to, compare the third world
somewhere off Buford Highway
note all those cans with dust, bowls like
a man that lives inside me has atrophied, a fact
I celebrate any time I have
ice cream, and certain metaphors that
cannot be allowed to stand any longer.
it's never true
when someone says it's
nobody's birthday.
this other way of negating
which is called subtracting, how is it that it is poised
on the how to meter, like the way revolutions bookended
the period under discussion, which happened first at church
in a particularly bloody and visible way,
later refracted through a few art projects
and the 16 free therapy sessions
covered by student insurance
or was it something in the background that wasn't anymore
but its absence was just more background like the way
the blind spot gets filled in, it being structurally excluded
so to speak. maybe you just like to look at it so
who is to say
who has a better way
to get off on this sorry state of affairs is perhaps
the least useful question because.
the likelihood of masculinist posturing is high this week
as reapplications are due
and the ringing of the nose with shit, spelled backwards
is usually left in the original, so underlings beware
and call in sick if you can.
you don't read the stuff you just write it
and bear whatever liability accrues.
just remember that somebody is always
sponsoring you.
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