glooking glopping slop violet haze
and Oww, where's that cat last night
who kissed me good bye and stared
"Idiots," she thought unmoving, I dump
those clouds on street corner damp turns,
waaaaaah bend in extra-dimensional pows--
firework's caged sunset torrents, it's steady,
mouth silting after immeasurable moorish formations,
a battle overhead, great invaders of the East, my directed thoughts--
and writing down the world trickles by,
is a challenge that tastes like bone marrow jelly
cooked by peasants on shrinking shores,
my play--
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