Non-Erotic Poetrytracing paperunder my scraps lay genius
copied intent, gray scoops
stolen pebbles and ruby gems
people from your history
not my diesel school
un-thought-of plagiarized
stolen hot thieved lifted
spaces surrounded by idea words
hauled away in a red gray half ton
pick-em up truck
occupy space,
this bozo is a piston
wearing in the bore
over lubricated
up under
in celebration of monster building ending
let’s dance
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