blather
jadato
paste! just another day at the office


twisting iron with bare hands
is easy. growl and relativity.
under the boardgame, a demon
pulls out some margarine
but doesn’t chew it or destroy the location.

the village is empty save for the ashes.
they rode through, in the wind,
and took pictures without borders.

look bitch, you know I’m coming tight
you be trying to act so cooling.
and other unnatural flavors.
and tripping on fallen alien trees.

the receipt comes out of the dazzled
box. of which, needs a broom
to remove some per se dust per se.
what ought you to do?

you ought to pack your bags
cause this place is scalding
or collapsing, your choice
this once. time is on your sighed
orders, late again. like tragic undercoats,
the paint that walked on away
settles, dissolves in the soil,
the fern turns white with envy.

row mental to the shore
and pick up physical
because one is nothing
with the other just hanging out
wasting its life
leaning against the pillars.
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