Those dimples sing songs
galactic songs dance tall and open
sport their own sleeves tow their own

bullet holes. God never looked so gold
celestial seasoning dip low in the sky I
stroke a blade the whole field

jiggles. No lead sheet please too busy
jiving see the animals they chop silly
we giggle loudly. I coulda zipped a bit

tighter but what did it matter. Hands wave
high brow high tea blood flow heartbeats
in the roof of the mouth the heat

is lazy.

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