Non-Erotic Poetryopium haiku setwe are transience,
all transience: dirtied change...
and shots of white-noise
hid with gel-deranged
mange, plethora of flora-
averus virus
the ego-gears grind
down "gentrified" city blocks...
moshing black suit-cases
beneath, velvet snarls
drown out the robot-roar with The
Pod-Cracker Ballet
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