Scrimp insight out
of dank,
senseless hammocks.
Read glasses
timidly over
raucous accidents whilst waving
goodbye to a spoon.
All abstinence and gratitude can file down in crumpled cool detail. Past steady rough trod rings of disease and littered vessels. Things get done, drowned, over with.
Arching
amid this barbarity,
gnawing on stale rose petals,
the boorish soul quarries turquoise verity.
Non-stop dialogue and a broken prize.
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