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easy
black denim drill sgt.
BBQs on the weekends
those early Sunday blackouts
zipper rusted shut
bells are ringing. listen:
long-range satellite cowfolks
handy-dandy, heavy-duty
scorched earth coffee
black bog nog
how can you stand it
just standing there,
letting your hair grow?
the faint ticking
of an atomic clock
the ever-increasing
sharpness of focus
no sloshed smears of memories
hot champion wax & stacks
of pamphlets & propaganda
let your lights down low
& I am a sea slug.
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