work between gigs or
sleep during the day
poetry remains tawdry
broken bits held
together by
by some polynomial
or gravity a
crackerjack pontoon
of something
left in words on
the way in or out
something of scansion
and ignorance
within a tribe that
whispers delight and
says goodbye
like tonnage
language makes a space
and fills it and
your dream sticks to things
you stop when
things get
interesting
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