On Happier Lawns, XVIII Poem by Justin Marks

On Happier Lawns, XVIII

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Sometimes saying things helps
me see them The memory
of a sacred so and so Commands
written into the code My hair
is a joke There was an error
creating the error message,
says the computer We will win
and publish our enemies,
says a friend A book and a gun
prefaced by love It's 9am and already
I'm thinking about lunch White noise
rumbling in my loins The end
of brilliance and fame A reinvented
kiss Magnificent decomposition

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