in a stinking shirtglut and a donkeyboot bed
life churns
digesting its ninelived stomachs athrough
and the piece of each day is a newborn together
borndead in pictures askew
lives over and over race riot a lion
when gate
leaps up in a mindline, greenaway dun
as grappling onward, the feel is beginning
and spurs in a lemoning run
in light around line, aring mist among white
of road
with a hurtle on car, creepaway home
cry once a wee black blind a guttering backyard
like so much happiness gone
where curve afloat crowd amid rails away fade
tricked life
with the green of a neon, groan of a night
shade rolls across life rid of foldover buses
which chunter to life to die
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