I've decided I don't want to sleep on the couch
in your mind's living room I would rather you prove your darkness exists outside
my purview. By the time you read this
I am winging toward the city brittle
with wrought iron and its trembling
infrastructure if you can call it that
Prove to me light is not mere fantail
spawn railing against plain neutral caul
I only want to talk to y'all in principio
curved nests let go wrest some substance from
hitherto unnamed hither or yon blond
sacrifice spliced from reels reeled in and still
repellent to some spun
from one of us comes two comes true
If I tell you the story you'll have to
agree that it's true.
Firm sleeve of a shoehorn functional
Temerity on a leash polished swish gray
Day in day outline
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