summer frags

A twerpy bird chirps its turpitude.
Nice day if you're a fearferous worm.
Well. Wind stirring garbage, raising smells.
Truth is, if it was cooler, I'd stay in bed.
Under it moth wings, toenails, peanut shells.
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A terse tense guy in a dark suit:
After a day selling he stands at the urinal
pissing and spitting at the same time.
All hail the llama glamour
redolent of amaretto.
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She sits on the bench next to me, saying nothing.
She is homeless flirty and insane.
Helmetless, he comes to praise her every day.
He is sometimes cooled
sometimes cured. He has a hot brain and wry neck.
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Foghorn leghorn drives the streetcar nights paints days.
After years pushing the pigments and elliding the rails
he has a earned a feather touch and can draw a straight line.
We think he's blind. His frequent subconscious
is cutthroat and precise.
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School's out. In the big houses by the park, big dogs on dank carpets.
Dust sands the stumps as cherries fall on your head. Rainstorm tipples.
We are out in it and a wet lazy spray of flowers
points out the soon o'clock. Purple sunset. "Chance of showers"
Shucks, gambler, sucks to hebetude. Paid and tired, we dried off.