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cement soul, wheel-like
if perceived by some other
quicksand fears, reality veers
carried away reinvention
by UFOs in sterling silver
tense shifts
gutted

yard cordoned, trees wave
tires screech
blood on linoleum, blood on lapel
blood trickles up dry wall
blood chokes on asbestos
too close to the camera, blurred
dreadful and absurd

mired in minds'
eyes in bobbing heads
music too loud
in the stereo of an other
every thing's just
patterns in dull elongated rivulets
pour from dumb
mouths, delta waves
crackle like a perverse
jury-rigged love
is not enough