rotten potato visions
keeling over into precision
barfing, the scent of what is there and cant
be seen makes us seethe and
breathe bat omens into the neighbors
homes and grown zones.
I say let them be a burnt pot to piss in
let them agonize on a minatour clomping
jigs like an apostale by the canal the ear drains to
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