Monday, February 9, 2015

Magic Hat 2.9.15



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These things do not overlap
They are prevalent, and
they stick-- stuck, slicked and slipped inward;
Such is fruition.
(Parenthetically), Boom-booms, blum-blum behind bars crossed
bracketing in expanded xylophones that do not play accordingly.
Hold head at the helm of knee cap pairs.
Prithee, pay penance for pitiful prattle after cutting palms while waving
     palms (see Psalms 60:7)
Everything is ours, even in absence:
Make eye contact in mirrors covered in dried toothpaste spit.
Never become a ghost.
Sing the loudest when the train saunters into the station.
Sleep
with the lights off.
Sleep
when you are surrounded.


-Bex

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