i walked to the bank. sideways like a hammer.

i stayed like a grocery list.

confound the yellow birds.

something just outside. picked up the pins.

the pins are me.

i drifted like a folding chair.

screaming stairwells of dandelions.

sweaty tee of lsd afternoon.

paperbag poems in a transcendental tin.

april of lost galoshes. blackhole feet.

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