hint of obligatory nobility

 --hector the crow

i can take any line
you make and turn it
hologrammatical into lines
from my head. a dune inspired
sand scape less like reunion
than thebic lit end of a battery powered
cigarete.  where's the harm

in that? you say
it's exhibit b so i do the math.
dayum dude i hate it when the moon
stretches this way. science full
reckoning, the ways and means
commitment. is it reduceable? is it

reusable or distractive, retractive
retactic, pull another dram from the tube.
i remember belief and those nites drawing
lines from the insides of time/chat bots r us.
what fun we had. question marks on verbosity.



but we like it, see? evolutionary dead
end of nuance. layers in braids , always 3
three, 3. i try to tangle your hair, asleep
in the double papasan but it simply
falls auburn and straight . pine needles.











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i'm hijacking your thread. i hope this
all doesn't get erased. i do that
a lot.
































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cuz it was you wanted a nexxus
and the way lexus rhymes feels sometimes
like branding. but what the hell, sell out's
a popular frontier. right. frankly i take this stance
because i fade. i'm a fader. fa  a  ade duh duh duh.
maybe it's the weed. but srsly? not everyone
can be #1. not enough dimensions.

there is no try.
only do or don't.
did or didn't. i have come
to accept this at last.


we didn't. o here she goes again.
take it to the blog.  but srsly?
i think i'm done with your
  sciatica of the heart . yours.


just like before. perhaps only pain
makes me feel alive. i am vessel for dark
thoughts i cannot enjoy pleasure? child
please. touch me here. yes, and there.

o
that does
not
hurt.

































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