Thursday, November 23, 2023

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Harsh.

1.
the crazy rabies floods
in its season
banquet of turbid flerds
the crazy rabies floods

though we escaped through fields
& for awhile no scathe incision
the crazy rabies floods
in its season

2.
dying on the eve of a cease-fire
makes it alright
these bombs aren't real
they're already nothing
i watch a parade
of shiny new crutches
at the end of the parade
they give them all back

Moon Flight.

"Ye hate the truth as snails salt--it dissolves ye..." --Festus

Suited up.

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