Thugs with sharpies Chopping it at Bagel Shack. A dynamic assortment of ripening embryos Squirming on a curbside sofa. The air is crisp enough to break if you drop it, At least until a vaccine is developed. Dogs with wrenches emptying parking meters. I like to call it beautiful chaos. The voices of the tribe my vibe attracted Like cattle loading into a chute. Crying out my name. It’s captured somewhere. Drunken earwigs are aghast. At my age what difference does it make?
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