a day run amok in untethered emotional bandages
would be better than this chaotic blackho
facing my own self scorn with glasses glued together
with history excretions
knowing i am the wizened warbling weirdo
or at least i like that string of wordos
and just knead, catlike, the expensive velvet carbuncle
you use as a graduation hat to right now.
i hop on top, away we go
in a solidarity to outclass classification of what
amok means, all holed in for the winter unmansionably
wrongnow
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