we do everything.
while you enjoy the pompous pleasure
of wonderment, befuddled
of wonderment, befuddled
over which veto to employ,
we register to bleed. O positive
we register to bleed. O positive
is good for everyone, no doubt.
blue skies mean sunburn.
my back is wet from sweat,
not a river's swift boat to el dorado.
not a river's swift boat to el dorado.
give back my back.
relish your own dog, i'm on
break: broken.
break: broken.
the floor is wet with red tears
because you dream to ask not.
because you dream to ask not.
if things get done, why can't we share a lion
taco? i'll eat the clause.
taco? i'll eat the clause.
sense is never made of such constructs;
that's why art is better
that's why art is better
in a heap of plasma, milk, reflected moorings
and de-heaping tweezers.
and de-heaping tweezers.
tweezers made by us.
we do everything, and in our time.
we make time in which
we make time in which
our autograph is a shadow on the spittle
reserved for shining things
up. making things
butter. making things toast. making mouths
water
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