boredom / freedom
adore them, bleach them, spores
on them - there’s more on ‘em
but that’s just the epilogue’s momma-
grin: i’m like the heaviest sediment -
along - again;
-- "A longer row, a longer trim," says Farmer Jim --
one day dirt, the next: Grey’s
impediment (Spearmint is running from the President
& i’m so filled with precedents) i meant, antidepressants, clay
or simple earthlike material our evidence.
(oh, soil: too many adjectives: adetrimental element to setting
agenda vernacular in elegance,
t e m p e r a m e n t
E X P E R I M E N T
like Vulcan’s wolves
are spectacularly delicate,
prehensile predators of testament).
the next day preciously i define rivers like large-
mouth bass trophies: oh, how the fireman's trophies
light up the glen,
that fat posh gym) to print out some mint julep’s
and fake orgasms in public (with me elsewhere
your wherever hair the color of the atmosphere) all
this -- these shenanigans, again! -- out of sheer boredom
or lament, ...or gin.
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