never learned the art of reaching out
but read a book or two and tried
to love a little world with what it could
and then could not not to be unclear
of course it’s just this hearse running
it’s ragged curse over the bones
and their children back in the mines
thanks to you know who who would
not move an inch for you though you
suck his filthy brim and beg for snacks
until the air runs out and new games start
so we must learn the fresh languages
fast or we won’t last a minute like that
time I could look nowhere else but down
Tag: art
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I couldn’t see the myth in my
early rising and had to rely on
this box with a badly worn recording
device and a failed maze which would
with any luck add some seasoning tothe tedious reading of the
will which leads me back to the original
problem (art, rime) though fathers’ words
about not quitting ring in theholes that once (I think) were ears and what’s so
terrible about quitting when
they expect you to speak nose-deep in asewer but this rain will not ruin our
picnic and yes it’s rude to mention it
other animals 