study 177

mash go ten times almost
raticide refractor shelf-life
is almost, got there to scurry wild hum glint-glance
i wd. like every phrase used herein
to disappear from the electronic
beep beep database,
it’s dialogue
too-too prevalent offscreen
just shoot the maybe goin’ there
to feel at a flat light afternoon
slightly cold southern December, it
works its way into piney woods
as a subroutine
i might say the parka gives me a
madrigal or a nightcrawler kind of state:
there you debouche
into the back streets
to be greeted by
a crashed flying saucer
mild or devolving
cultural joke
it teeters    not all that close
to the edge

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