inequitable as a cloak shunned over city skyline to
mount
just below color, a hair’s breath from the vacuum
kiss the excuse while I strangle an urban fitted sky
…
if you count at the tail end of a single hour, blood press
jinx coming up four air five shadow six quick
movements;
know it all, ya got things bubbling behind the seens
or: seven angles eight balls of polished steal
over to the rant-focus; nine seeks O yes
and a ten watches jump double digits
picture in the middle the day things boil
quiver is a compartment can you blame her for that?
radiant slack or in razz that cat there, a slash
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