my razor edge mood
tumble falls with
the
suns drunk pm lurch
biology whiplash
genetically
asymmetrical
~
these days
these days
are built
of rough hewn chunks
of night blown teasers
& thats
not so much poetry
as
natural fact
like repeating limestone
~
& tho a pale smile
does comes
with the
shadow moon
i feel mortal
&
i feel mass produced
an unspecial noflake
in
the
thin politic rain
a consuming unit
in
the
compassion drought
a pre-cinder
in
the earth wind
on fire
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