Where goes the paraposturous
brain-dead morning as
cleavage relieves its
apostate narcissism?
Or hinges shingles
lipped up at
callback stations, entering
and then cordoning
off of delinquent
(or is it derelict?)
fiberboard. Fire brands
the stake, disbands the
song, as if twirls
might array, pearls
might prolong. Seek
having sucked
& sucker calls
that seer these
plots, wading to
allure & spun
into glass.




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