a sampled universe

expostulation 16

a swirl of drunk birds
(boozy (&) hawks)
fiddles out long melos lines
viciously attacked in their own homes
a lunge crutch, maybe
a ton moves over to atonal
detectives working on
promised to deliver full, feasible solutions
arrested at his home,  early
so provides an open-minded assessment—
each bit of verbal detritus
opens up another world;
meanwhile an absence of pinheads
tears the fabric
& liberates

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