the pool is a disease
a sky that rains velcro
sparks like
july a car is pushed
into
an intersection by a lifesize hand
the underside of the car reads dead
sea scrolls and feigns interest in scripture,
hot wheels melt and run to
carl lewises left in a microwave
paradise is a town where virgins drop from palms
the town would be normal if not for genocide
death gives the middle finger inside of so many bingo lovers
a shame they need
number 1
be side ways that runs time on rum tines
we're done with
stuck into the meat while a written out
zero in
block computer font becomes
a grave plot looking up
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