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mashed upon fatrocked banks
The kid squeal.
The rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid arm-sigh tooing, no fro. Yes,
the 20th century is over,
and the "Water-Noodle"
Time works different out here.
The national spine
to a book. No. Hold land
sewed onto bone.
where karadji's file into rooms
discussing the hunt
laymen like me
on dragonfly wings.
land.... "Mum, you're an old fart!"
slot into. Their laugh
lingers like a
splinter in my throat
and I don't follow.
Family's an ascending arc
this chubby orphan
(he is all sickle,
shaped like a question mark.)
"I want to see if the wombat's home!"
He's a dad alright, his salt 'n' pepper laugh more convincing
than George Clooney. Paper grows inside us
in wet reams.
It's all an odd proud thing, this lick of space.
The noise retreats, my heady sight dangles. Dizzy
eyeball flesh in quicksand vaguely mired.
A bordered scene:
a symmety of Mates bathing in
their gargantuan cocks
reaching so far
to touch each other! Forbidden
to break the old pattern.
This goldpan face persists. Is life a Saturation?
Moist is good I like moist. Hairline dwellers
My feet naked next
to cigarette butts & weed
the tethering of a slight libido
a moist amulet hangs like a beard;
sophisticated mist from the muddy cauldron.