this is milk hill that was ragged annex
chronological now through apple-scab
mandate hunting then gathering about
dark blue black green miles of slip cover
you guessed those distressed signals didn’t
come from syrup table but from steep
black cliff face tiny blue light climbing
but drinking with thoroughbreds helps me
forget     am blue capsule on black red
     capsule on grey     please excuse the pencil
i have to start everywhere rosewater sloshes
     about the iron lung what the hell was your
status level pre-|robbery?     am pink capsule
     on wood wooden capsule in the king’s head
no one remembers us     a shadow leads a figure
     around the old phosphate plant busy night for
rescue services     am blue capsule on black
     red capsule on grey
i have to start

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