b r e a k i n g

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b r e a k i n g  (  g n i k a e r b  )

 

scrawl of balls of gas
stones are thrown in bungalows
splatterings of glass

 

shatters in the head
bursts of squirms of cans of worms
blurs of blethered bread

 

catch the cabbage fly
scratch the misted yawning tor
yet the blend is nigh

 

so the fro is fog
twists of tongues & mumbled drums
hills within a bog

 

codes within the ode
scatter cushion factories
fluster & explode

 

morning in a spin
hymns ‘n’ dreams of magic beans
on the dawning in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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