your mother may yew drink of socrates
affixed to your forehead the fate, same
in minus embattled hoboken
a city street a doppelganger
of Delorian Gray
proportions
varied elements behind not a
vowel in the stratosphere
aware that you are being cursed
a city street chews up sneakers
inhabited the god of Victory inhibited
a buttery taste on salmonella fingers
would that Boticelli
perjured revampled planets
Vicodin touchdowns
you have a handle on income
get thee to the shadows
murmur glass against
and click, paycheck over your shoulder
but
aware that you are consumed
awakens a ceiling to meet your feet
a million eyes
trashcan juggernauts
bunkers of treasure
foursome bankers
beware chestpains
nostalgian affects won't post bills
& a cornered photograph bares claws
your head bookended
by peaces of pillows and barrels of steel
aware that you are being eaten
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