Apr 2-3

Too April who gapes
as the end falls on the middle
machine oil
directions for having fun
followed me down the stars

people are moving everywhere
all around me I just want to
eat and be still

like light, illusion of motion when
I flip the switch &
you're in the chair

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one hard pillow deserves another

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spearing the cedars with
his forklift truck
outside the super centre
birdshit on my stupid car
"oh my people, look what we've become"
look good on them
a new-found fondness
dinner with a cellular cartographer

but is it just a home for things
    or vegetables
    or coming-of-phage
you may meet your machine on the street talking sweetly

windy days the birds dig up my yard
nesting     I am perturbed
Scatter shadows. Loops. Found in a creek

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buy a big red book case
fire sale     bored of education