instant access
instant attack
the drier tumbles the
set of bug bites
stomped on the curb gum shoe’d gumption
meditations for the surreal panic
to express oneself
caught in a state
the young man slumps
in his chair actually asleep
at the party
the saddest he can get
he climbs back up
revival
in offices there may be
miniature personal triumphs
in an office somewhere we imagine
maybe all of life
the rest of it will be
nothing more than writing
notes for bottles thrown
out to sea for no response
note
absolution
confessing the worries
confessing transgressions
the stone never polished
into a mirror
so take them down
from your hands
dirt needs to be scrubbed
and scrubbed right
off and away from
three
poisons position themselves
snug in your system
you are titanic and slipping
down below surface
I ring a bell
it keeps in the air awhile
time spent doing
time spent tying a knot
time in review
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