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Sunday
morning, instant abdominal pain
new
improved design flaws
worth
mentioning causes me
to
pause at the redundancy factor
of
the equatorial holding in of my water
I
say muscle control sinew skin
and
bones with blood are
chemical
electric nervous highways
synapse
bridges honing home
the
base instinct for survival entrails
high-rises
and the surprises of fried grains
in
black iron and the smooth see through
liquid
treaties of lard, saying life
isn't too hard when you stop
and
take a mouth full
of
keeping it greasy, so it goes down easy
enough
to swallow and ensure tomorrow
remembers
today in a bowel movement
and
any re-catching of an article
inside the
farmer’s almanac
or
some real estate magazine
saying, where
picture portholes
narrow
your focus and for you to enjoy
much
more of the less of this world
that
you can afford as you begin
each
question as if it were
the search for why again
or an old favorite rumination...
what
if the wasted parts of words
fall
in with the roar carved wind
outside
the little window
you
sit and look out upon
can
you hear what disappears
or
is it white noise, running water
and
sharp Sun, climbing blind steep angles
against
all the soft-skin-diamond-
bundled-sunglasses-steering
wheels
saying
Edward please, don’t eat
so
late, that drunk, again
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