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Effuse, As Much As |
I asked my doctor for a pill
that would wake me up
just before I fell asleep,
thereby confirming my theory
that I have never been here
particularly, instead strolling
these few roads that yet
surround old drive-in theaters.
El Cid, not the strip club
much more sophisticated, Sophia.
A man made lake, miniature golf,
before unnecessary lawsuits, trampolines.
The Half Flying return to earth
with a new awareness of
tendons, astrophormorical tendencies
says my Doc, I think.
He slurs his syllables is immersed
within my prostate, offers
not even a palatable placebo.
Embarrassingly white legged, faint.
copyright 2018
Colin
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