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Twittering

 

Allow the silencer to whisper the bullets from the machine gun softly
While I catch a case falling from the world tree's luggage carousel
Trying to jar Pandora
Oily vegetable fats 
Move like the milk tray hitman
Criss crossing border lines
Bruised by the lily
Clean the pollen from the scar

◄ Amsterdam (after Robert Burns)

Moare Older Poems (1984-2002ish) ►

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