jack that microwave jack
that awful taste bud ruinous
agreement
sliding door trap
of the rim of worlds bleak
gray bleak and take
the
t
i
m
e to tell me, haphazard, raw
smack empty death white corn powder
memory got ya movin' on to nowhere
pretty fast
and I'm right behind
cut 3 to 4 holes into plastic to vent
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