err like mushroom clowns
before they turn jelly and scram
ex plos ives wear belts fashined from straws
orbital rubbery to suck the blood off the concrete
get a good idea about mortality
& leave the mess to the experts
men wear hats bigger than most bombs
who wants to quarrel with their own entrails
a rank signature on the map
fist fights rear their weapons in our stomach
a crowd of men gets prolix in my throat
this
can
be happening
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