head

had it in my __-
saw as a movie
all gone
?now what
insert, "pretty done" 5:41

?what of the devil
no he no she
a whatever it wants to be
47 trillion arms
219 eyes pushes & pulls up every grass-tree

pretty fuckin done
(onward organ keys... only)
not here inside anymore
like rotten fruit it happens

where cartoons play in cold mirrors
?you see the breath
write your name like cold windows

had it up there in my __-
but it ran away




for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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