STOP THE PRESS!
a new line on my forehead in the mirror this morn
it goes in it’s own direction just like my flying burrito
bro did this week on an icy citystreet on a goddamned
visionquestala
the albino squirrels known to haunt our park applauded
as pedestrians looked away +one kicked him in a leg that
has since gone missing
ape i have no feeling in my leg or in my soulhole everything went real slo w
hey that’s the brain show! u know when your life passes before
your eyes he saw the shetl the bordello in looziana +the goddam gates
of the Warsaw ghetto (he freakin breached the spacetime continuum!)
but this new line on my forehead is some cruel gift from father time
make hay
decrepit poet
make hay
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Winter 2020 🦇..the centro senex bat uses it’s bizarre facemask for sex..🦇 oy
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