land of de-suicided
incongruous butter
some alien-ed experience
“along the rusty tides”
superb lantern shaking
with noise & acrid
they cut down bodies
up in the dawn
sheltered suburb
serenely a
sleep on the back seat
shadow of a bird
wiping those eyes
they took the blue needle
from night & dreamless
no words no owls no deckchairs no metal soup
“ as i shall eat dirt"
Miaowing like a dog.
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