your pencil runs down the page
marking the journal for removal
a wide angle X
but drawn like a seat belt strap
pulled over the eyes
there were none
they go
there were none
without two lanes
not a car drives by
built like a trash truck
to pick up the razors
left rusty in
drainage gutters
cemented into street
not a hand turns
in any aspect ratio
not a mouth mimes
where'd it go
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