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one ring to

i want to be in the room where the potato chips are
nouns like idaho and verbs like france.
petroleum is an old word for poem, this is the think
and the idol
she is--
kissin with beethoven and his lolly heart...
thirsty, they always say wine
they say it fast, when they want to pronounce
I THINK i still love her
its a shrill sound in my memory    a baked clean
salted drivel sodden
well i cant drive to here can i ???
i can just kind of idle
with the microphone like
blue ocean
rustle of my tongue and the plastic in my fattening hands
oh i wants

3 Dec 18

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