curs't pilgrimage!
band-aided on
the roasted table runt, there were
as well shelves in the closet. it was
a happy thought.
white and red scalloped mesh
crusted inspirited thistle chunk over
left-ass field. it was the slow unwind,
the slow red and white and so unyield.
it was yesterday in the afternoon. left
of yesterday, anyway, and sidewalked about
the jaded impaler, the impious abegnator.
imprimator. shuck scatchle and balor.
argyle the beloved country, argyle argyle.
upon the ribs a swift tattoo
and once more for the open
road. yeft left and tireless.
another song
one rubber band is better than three,
virginia, i said. open your arms to me.
one leather toy is better than two,
virginia, i said. let me open my arms to you.
one there can be, i said. there can be one.
that corps morcelee is a fable. but you laughed
and ran into the sun. and i still see you there,
an outline on the run.
and it's crap.
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