slag bad foam to reasonably slash yer bling-formed mind
^^^^^
long slow erasure a societal mix
^^^^^
straight into the wilting sun
^^^^^
a fortress is
a childhood set
on fire
^^^^^
ruins of the mind
aka
ways of faking it
^^^^^
chlorophyll
fades into an
orange as a
raging
eye
^^^^^
rag slap under handled hope a Berkshire
freeze
^^^^^
a map, a grabbing, a sluice, a turning away—old Troad,
slapped toward an overgrown path
^^^^^
ruins half-abandoned before built
^^^^^
a million fantasy worlds
overlain one on another,
making up a person
^^^^^
gorge
poured
into
vertical forms
shivering
^^^^^
sugar maple scream across the balustrade
^^^^^
speed bump but no outlet from the collision of capitalism
against poetries
^^^^^
the successful man
filled w rubble
^^^^^
blague. but forest
^^^^^
the cell phones of idiots
fill the air
^^^^^
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