the follies are all aflutter
damaging personas and asking prices
we will, with our sterile plans full of bottlecaps and wet mouths
speak all thee plagued and temperate of succumbed settlements and forthright left field decisions
beginning at zero, work your way backwards,
until the future is but a speck in the eyes of our mortality
then you will wonder, where oh where did my youth spark digress?
i am art bandages worn and susceptible to bends and folds
barely held by the fishermen's knots
rolls and fancies
skulls and ambulances
still here after the medicine wore off
quarterly fines and pharmacies closed
this is the fix, to be plain in sight and out of minds.
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