an ambient minute
minutes stop
then stop again
with sticky fingers post sympathy
a simple thoroughfare
leaks on demand
a labor day
manufactured farce
far more discounts
a mannequin theme park
screams that scare the sacred
turns this way
and comes again
again it doesn't matter
matter is a low test ban treaty
a fourth of all seven thousand songs
between anywhere
and another plastic bolivian clitoris
minutes come late
there is expended noise
with a shadow beneath the surface
a difference past another
continual state-of-things-as-they-are
the smell lingers long enough for dental records
the act begins
a minute more
a second to go
the rest are at revenge
call 1-900-dead letter
I only have a minute or so
to reach into my lower case
spread certainty on
flooded heritage tools
before one more peeling paint day
on the edge of maintained freshness
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