wake up and shake up the takedown alligator – all stepladder
and no waiting (as if all the teeth could talk with rock and roll side dishes—got
the drifters? the coasters? the macramé toasters with apple butter marmalade
and cinnamon croissants—all those haunts and unclosed parentheses – those friends
we see from time to time yet easily rhyme in jangled climbs up coinciding
mountains – the fountains of verbiage spouting without hurting anyone’s
sensibility – as pretty as it needs to be and after this the page ain’t free
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