epic five leaf grind; groundhog day
and every night i rest unfit in the dark short death
shared with batshit dreams
- dead presidents ringing funeral home telephones -
that
leak
into
the gloom-light reset
i waddle thru the invisible syrup
and whine,like this,
in pops
of cheap
spat
art
theres a softer life that bounces -
i heard the rumours
and
seen
its
glimpses
in
the cracks of river-shine smiles
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