Hash can't sweeten the
sable Mayan leaf nor bribe
her noble visions
ice-sliced, breathing red,
an American Godzilla
shoots a thin blue line
in the swimming pool
we inhale chlorine like smog:
smitten like children
far away, high in
stark sable towers; Suits map
out the new "fear trap" -A.G.
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