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no coke
luc simonic
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laid out step stone pavers
this the long mirage of
fucked for five minutes
before he turns over to siesta
sawing fences & frames when
he comes his fluid will
form smooth tunnels into the
depths of any chasm as if
i dug out weeds from under you
staring into empty each other for
long periods before our lips
touched & when they did
we foraged though undergrowth
looking for new species of
moss & more importantly
mushrooms for eating from wild
with that i take my leave
of poetry for a long afternoon
to toss salad since i've
been tossing off for hours
it's the easy & humorous
way to lie in wait for
the dark stork to drop
death babies in need of
step stones - tunnels - weeds &
undergrowth revisited regularly
tended to properly in order to
just get by flourish prosper even
though i walk through the valley
of death's shadow i am all cozy
& warm inside & i don't have a
brain tumor it's just paranoia
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