in the friday night
bookshop of the mind
the oversoul
does a reading
just for me
does a reading
just for me
when i am stretched out
debased on the sofas throw
~
& these poems
out the ether
& these poems
out the ether
well i can let them go
like throwing back a fish
my hands must remember
my hands must remember
they dont need to always
stain the paper blue
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