construction-sight 2

the big problem is, you keep making everything
work, it just works & works, it just goes & goes,
till ya got melting polar icecaps and new yorker cartoons
about stranded bears
dismembered portions of funk
zip round a smooth globular surface
(surf ice)  hitting every DJ & each flailing couple
like a private press recording:
“here’s a box for the ghost”

they keep carting off dirt
as the level of everything

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