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?what's wrong with you
scissors, drapes & cold rain
moon bright at noon
i hope not your cigarettes (in my nose & throat) again

christ-jesus lands nearby
many traveling years
diesel rocket-ship
a broken wing like dove
crash landing into your alarm clock

"have another"
he says

pain is living
neck bones splinter away
like shifting winds over sand
pulled off & away grinning

lying here like this
is when a candle quits
the going flame smothers itself
you see the smoke
extinguished has its smell

your naked flesh gone
the cross brought closer
we in muscle cannot move
nerve endings go nuts
spinal cords the new day's river revealing

christ-jesus now guitar chimes
bells whistle
flowers sing color
dots play on park slides
camouflage sweats deep under
blood a bread
fish are answers

grab a cloud on storm
come down & calm
have this drive thru toy
a plastic song
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something

shut your fucking face