he says all the wrong words

rain angels of sunset bikes

simple math for underwear

the heart that exudes soil

the feet that fit the excess of light

he says all the wrong songs

the popsicle moon was no bird

terrific wind knuckles i brave upon my head

the feet of dusk are a fever and forever

a guillotine of wildflowers

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