just another nondescript brick in the wall
pocket gutter spelunking
maybe a murdering clown
or a toy boat at the junction
no pearls of wisdom
could precipitate from this loitering storm cloud
but i'll elope with my umbrella
and float
with miles or etta
pon the throat
moo cow in a coma
must mean a rusted copper wiring
or intravenous corn bludgeon
might the synapse be misfiring
perspire rope walking wire
plot thickening
the blood
curdling with desire
i'll take a paper route
just so i can throw
the facts at you
set it on fire
just like you
asked me to
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