the weight of those great decisions and
the trick of how to know how to thrive
—maybe add a photo to the post—
bubbling black bile and moldering plans
of, yes, I suppose I’ve lost you now
so let’s check in on the detective
and those spotty hands maundering
among our dark drawers and under things
—thump—a quick novel sensation—a dense
syrup in the major muscles—
half a conversation running along
without us then gone, back to slow
daylight grumbling nasty thoughts what can I
exploit from that dismal green land
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but no matter how small I can’t escape the noise
suffer the usual restless pick up A put down A once B calls out put down B when C and so on until only cracks in mud though at each
pause I whittle more of an escape from the wobbly platform if the rabbits will have me but the halting
way it unfolds and snarls is a little hat to
wear while everyone else enjoys
their but one gets tiredof the smudges crumpled computers
scabs shattered windows eating forthe photo binging because it’s
popular but once upon a
other animals 