both pens misrepresented, I had read the old poems
long in the chance, ha, of smelty! you mean!
as in the red hot pit it goes
yet who had liked it, Candy, yes,
( she hid behind a
sheet of Beijing Tuttle II, I remember
now, she had purchased it for me
through a friend
who was to take a trip to China
only now I have learned that Marco Polo brought back shit
cardamom in his pocket perhaps,
you look up and six pearls roll onto the floor
followed by a trail of bright-red blood, bluh! shudder
the damned thing ain't ready to be drained
it sits red on my face,
the sink reads time for bed
am go now, am nap
like droning
it's dripping, in fact and is
driving me a car
up the wall
tell yr doctor
yr medical history
for a body in motion
take fucking celebrex
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