change of pace now
(well thats times fault)
& i am fluffing my lines
(thats on me - i am off balance)
so here come the half-poems
& the ambient frags
& the ambient frags
(blood on the keyboard)
off-cuts make the best cuts
(sometimes)
motivation is the next sandwich . . .
& poems are a bodily function
too much like gas
but i know that we all
farted over the rubicon before
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