theres pomes
live in files
that
wont
work
no matter how much
i take them out
to
another moonless dance
and
butcher their dahlia blackness
with
pound shop knives
on
the
dogging tarmacadam
and
its
the
offal i keep
to
read in the dirt
like
tea leaves
and no it says
youre not done yet
and i worry i been doing it all wrong
and all the meat is all ruined now
and i accidentally wrote roadkill
didnt i ?
and
spread it all out
unreadable
on
machine
crushed
gravel
where forests once sang
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