& thru
the
crackling dusty grooves
of
nostalgic premonition
& thru
the
stone walls
of
helpless
helpless
helpless
situationism
i do like wonder who grew up
&
i do like wonder about how
& i ask
in desperate yells
in predawn emails
if anyone
out there
at all
claims to understand
t e
m
i
its broad strokes
like
these
flying
d e c a d e s
its corner nook jags
like
the
freak eternal 10.15 AM
now that
we are
coping
far
from
our schools milk river
&
the playing field fug
of
faux freedom & fancy
forever
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