Jumping Beans
We eat-
and we commit,
we saunter
and we feel it-
the wisdom,
the wire’s,
the welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-
an envelope licked by the man they call sire...
The literal
is pitiful,
so spin the skull
and make some mold,
take a poll,
read a skull,
enter when you’re full,
ask them to list the goals-
be motion while it’s on the phone,
black people when they’re away from home
festering lingerer’s un-laid by their bones
a drink-
cheap but hits the hole’s...
A young person preen,
a peacock mean,
a regular man green,
ridiculous and obscene!
Motion of the sea,
movement of falling beans-
music in the reef.
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