Oh, our cometary will be like unto as a stain.
Walter Benjamin approaches the wireborder of the Commentary
Off-course witty God with ecstasy/water bottle
Who made those seagulls twinking boyzone lights
Over the parking lot going dark now
Nothing, nobody, a twig
of ontological peeling you're probably dying
But dying can be swooped too
stupid ocean. each poet a silly raptor. plate glass
The children running holding little clocks
Who do not guess their future disfigured alcoholic swimming
Mice don't want packrat sensibility
Cowboy mummified heart of Damien Hirst on the cover
What honest city will bring you the total cowboy enema of love you crave?
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