living in the manner of care
which is farcical,
I yam dulled by reeding
and righting, am pumped quickly,
deflated over years,
with only humor
as the sole
what ruff skin forms
after a time w/ the English-mades
need that pumice, man,
after all the sweat is wiped
I make my intended mark
settle into my mind
laff all night
long
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