the
filed
reports
come in
too frequently
these days
they have their own ideas now
and become directives
i am kept on my toes
unclogging
my
aging
filters
~
and my piss turned grey like slate
like paint water
or
rain running off wet clay
and i worry i may be full of
only red now
and cool veiny blue
~
and
away from the wasted gains
and
away from the gainers gaze
i am pale and shaved
in the gardens green phantasm
nylon and glass
between its bark twists
an escapee washed up on fertile banks
with
disease
the
price
of
freedom
from gelifesciences.com
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