please
do not complicate what is
simpler
than dropping a coin onto a charm.
it’s
already there—
that
which in affect becomes additive.
cold
cutlery arranged in rows & columns—
&
why?
[...motor
skills of a moron collect atrophization
when
rolling to barter with slaves...]
‘can
you hear me knocking?’ sings an old pop song.
we
are already waiting.
entertain
any notion voluntarily—
as
the crosswise dauphin reflects
while
engaging chicken-proof-wired contractors
to
phrase a contemporary additive
on
what’s international & paisley.
not
impressed—
are
words collecting ashes in the corridor.
we
are too early to lift baggage.
no
one washes midstream anymore,
it
being too dangerously appetizing.
this
has been called ‘a stray mind’—
get
used to it!.
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