long slow
tidal push toward where the title’s
pushed
into slack
dream green falling w panache
like a string
of uncool malls in the hinterland the hinted-
at lands where structures grin with domicile
...
maybe fronds
right here to hide a twisted
nature of
personal subsistence lessons for the
lurking you’ve
got a lot of pinched nerve !
a slide ruler
hid the state takeover
of my mystery
poem
before the
joint combat seventy percent higher:
sleek in the
unread there and then’s truth
in the
swamp with sudden laff or a signal coming from
lives
readjusted using ammo belts against overage,
against
leverage, against
toxicity wind
level factor sequence amount lever
non held, the
mild spasms that way believe it:
desire’s
got auto-control at the start of sunup
always arriving
& in the
middle of storms
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