on overdrive.
dinners
scrub the kitchen
kiss stupid poems
exist in my matter
what matters?
a naked twin
twist into photo ghost
the I becomes who?
i frighten to look
a myself
embarrass blushed
talk to no.
filter off non-sense
nothing falls out the round
stick bic
"i should not blame you
pen," only personal
shortfall. i am
afraid to dig at the moment
birds announce
the rain's end
for an hour, greenest stuff on
earth's rug is right
hear pitch holler
high pitch higher,
like the world nothing is as senseless a word as like.
my experience is all.
raw rain straw mulching the gracious grasses
tulips bloom a crimson spade
humid me
rising and falling with the barometer
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