The headlight
People. the
People whose
Words curve
Like licorice
In and out, &
Round &
Round the
Paragraph,
Taste like
Home in
Your eyes—
——-Let me
——-At ‘em.
Wanna see
‘Em, feel ‘em,
N’ fuck ‘em
In the mind
Holes, til my
Night night
Grand finale.
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I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
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