The
left of the airport knackwurst
opened
babbling books of simple minded focus
hooking
too many tuna
walking
the runway
lifting
off over the waterfall’s edge
through
the bear claws
so
slippery evading sharpness
clawness
clowning air with swipes
like
wuh wuh whirling backfists
prowess
of the fair
Grid
works in sliced salami
American
cheese like the morning sun rising with forced field lines
concentrates
of plasma plates
tightening
dimensions in layers spread thin
like
guacamole slathered upon bread
evenly
before the bread disappears
Beginning the being of a square world box
hollow inside yet no more than the outside
plasma lines snapping with cornered energy
singularities
where cube calls with equal gravity
treating every coffee with something sugary
hollow inside yet no more than the outside
plasma lines snapping with cornered energy
singularities
where cube calls with equal gravity
treating every coffee with something sugary
Each
city with moving sidewalks
across
the great spaces crowds in lines flow
on
tired aching knees
shuffling
ahead a few steps
a
caterpillar eyeballing opportunities
no
one thought about
when
the temperature dropped and the rain fell
Nothing
remains something
claims
of shouts along the lines
dots
moving ahead
lemons
pledge to each easy squeeze
fealty
and towers, lyrical rhyhmes and powers
continents
with creatures howling
governments
in every box
looking
back upon the pomp circumstantialy
evidence
of deluxe colors
shapes
of glistening others
reproducing
in kind
segways.
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