My word gun is
undone here atop
the chaffe of
splitscreen defaulted
faultlines. I crop
mop-topped slop
amid midnight ice skies
Try to fly
you’ll capsize
doll faces
careen streetside
my idiot bean
needs screening
but I fail to make stain
instead streak hapkido
Commercials moan
above flatscreen
dojo here in the
future so jello.
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