highheaded monsters vomiting theology
when did all the tall headed men step back?
Most definitely do I operate. I am assured of constant chittering,
and gold lights fastened to the corners of my eyeballs.
sleeping arms and unperceived dreams
means I never want to finish a sentence in my life.
What might be a little nobler?
Oh, what do I say to my old house?
and everyone that ever was it
needs me to carry them off.
everyone is crazy if I'm not just myself.
Long Tall Striding Footsteps
kick the hallway dark
suits and swift knocks
Uniforms are very hot in the summertime.
Nothing fits inside of pockets except a dull knife
and an unripe orange.
Take what you can get from your jam,
but don't talk about it in public. That sounds super fleck
about the word around on ya.
I don't know any suitable dialect.
I wish a quiet smile would suffice.
KNOTS
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