dust bunny thirst
mixed breed recline sphynx like
on stolen milk crates,
improvised stacks of brass
bullies watch children in the past rest
calm of common time
tree of knowing
martyred to paste
and expressed back to planet beautiful
pack and a half of pure sterno
cement washclothed bi weekly
tongue the sunrise of what was never mine.
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