1
the fool is a
grow
with a mouth
on her like
you mightn’t
believe
minking the
madness glow
clatter, is the reference point
spiced up
with no ghost
a belly laff
is to dig to
untrain, that flop in a slurred rime
“it’s not
gonna be”
but then
again---
2
stunned
to ramp the fast that back
as an
electron stage
electric
train around manic freight reasons
plead that
clarity the blacked is out
even blasting
towed like an
ungulate
backwarded
push his new copy was plain floor.
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