taking
a licking, to keep on ticking
oh
for a love of sharp teeth
timeless
wind, rake, rattle
and
limb the trees
cut-mode
every eye
a
god and goddess aiglet
find
tying string-key elements
at
a roadside assistance bar
and
grill, a fitting last supper
perhaps
too many movies
leave
a soul in an always
dusty
future, post-apocalyptic
decaying
leaves and stray electricity
over
easy with leather gear
a cowboy mentality
of
a life-time spent eating
lead
paint while polishing
quick
itchy trigger fingers
just
outside the glass
and
framed ritual ward
that
houses sometimes represent
the
wind knows
our
mechanical joys
are
all depot offenses
punishable
because we tend
to
hoard them for survival
growing
to like the cycle
of
pain and pleasure
strapping
our wrists
with
the minute hands
of
attainment
and
the hour hands
of
every forcible removal
EJR
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