mmmmmm . . .
some folks like to glue shards back into pots.
sometimes eros phones up, he says, it’s time to hammer.
you pluck slag by laughing.
do sigh, it suits a dream sadder than victory
(i ate my cheerful hi!).
i ought to grub for an enigmatic nod, hum
drum, run detail, lose i.d. and cough. i baste
two swatches with whisper, add
flirtation, tell stingray soul, na la la, it’s so—
that is, you have regal oh’s.
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