eyes of emptier ideas
than the garbage tuesday morning
how about the sprinkler system?
i heard it drowned a man last year,
80 or so,
fell off his motorized walking stuck right solid.
great graveyard, how the years passed, and water didn't pour over him,
H2O my god showed remorse
but water goes as earth goes
spins out polyhedrons in that loose leaf cursive like a suburb "crawls":
anything else that happens in crowds is usually dubbed a riot
save migrations
guiltless those who still hold onto the divining rod,
that gold could be in the grass,
or forming a line at a souvenir shop to purchase a self-portrait
any which way
lazy like water pushes corpses homeward
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