scuff and a couple
good dreams middle dreams
i slept in the middle of today and
it shook the hell all to the bottom of me.
dollar bills i should leave there
in the shallow of the toilet
if i don’t want crooners in my brood.
a town all in a few movements
like an onion grows, the four
phases as graphed, did i see
my grandad and dad in the
preceding frames. well no.
instead i get over
the town where a room of
chairs sits. sitters will talk.
but this type is not the same
as a tank like an armadillo.
too small for that range and
hesititant. observant by force,
i came to this event to look around
and all the time i spent here
was not a waste, though in making
the choice to attend, i damned
myself to never become truly great
in a room alone, as i know i
can never be, and that is why
i have come to see you and fight.
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