…

then let’s begin
she can snap like
a terrapin

a donkey’s tail
the shirt i wore
is hairy now

a trowel – perhaps
your mouth & me
these little digs

a nettle here
a thistle there
– who’s weeding who?

it’s red ahead
with green unseen
the blue buffoon

is bellend i
both up & down
so winding then

he later wrote
a post-it note
explaining none

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