following which, a little banterscrap appropriate
TO WALMART
Lately this may not carve a way out,
could hurt you to say, smudged
glamour stuck in your face that nothing
wiped off could ever break up
get finished, fuck it, cereal
spread by in a gray litter fuzzy head
you heart, can't drop a smattered
hint so flat out I can cry
busily say october, the flowers ashy
token your eye yet so craved
with all my impetuous guile and pick
countries to shake
your head or nod to be ravenous,
hunger for me, love my
get up stupidly or go nuts and fuck up,
because in the patient lift
of a gaze to crap might puncture it,
tenderness is easily hoped for
the famish of angelic shadow
beautifully regular, acid to wish
against and restless. NEED.
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