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VOIRDIRE

Can you tell I’ve been flirting with fugue state
Again? The kleptomania I call my bedtime
Has ameliorated this narcolepsy at last.

Apple bonnet Canada dogpound edict fucks.
Thank you, Gerhard Richter, recorder grot
Plimoth Plantation brand mayonnaise

Another poem disintegrating
Another hung jury
It is or it isn’t, I always say,
In this painful ironic twilight
That makes these nerf sculptures majestic
And blows down what needs blowing down.
Can we even think that, can we think
Together for a while
About some evidence we’ve cuddled
Looking for a speakerphone
To harass the sense out of sensitive
Far-off jurists? By now I know,
If the questions are loaded
Don’t point them at people.
Clean your plate
And you may be excused --