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Click hereHat me my going,
it’s almost today.
If the recent present
walks ten steps sideways,
will the army be able to
put down the intermission?
Mirror my potatoes
into a tire pump.
Meanwhile in the back of the mind
the boys are sittin’ ‘round making
headlights out of spit.
Island on ground level
to sell headlights to
dry mouths for all the barf
that fills a confessional on
it’s way to the indictment.
to your name dada. the last lines seem to lose the random flow.
Hat me my going,
it’s almost today . . .
is the best start to a poem that I've read here this new year.
I don't think the last 2 strophes, particularly the last one, carry the strength of the first three (and I'm okay with "barf")- but this is real good poetry. No doubt about it. :)
bless me farther
I have signed
my life love away
betype hard lines
entrenched in trenchant
bunkerky debrevity
his and her siding
somewhere I lost track
of all the pointless points
you seem to have found,
so can I borrow a cup of sugar?