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Lake flamboyant lake flatulent lake forgetful
fidgetting eyeballs bounce into a chimney of lace
sugar of indifference
a clock on its side is waiting for a bus
the eskimoed robcage of her hair drifts down Pike Street
into a cauldron of rose-tipped sleep.
Walking the floorboards of this invisible boat is an atheistic church
a green sidewalk of whiskers
a mushroom-cloud of refugeed binoculars
begs the vulture to dance a mellow jig
sawed in half by the mailman
plumbing the clouds can only dream of
a precious collection of long thick scarves
to bypass the umpire
to stare at the squirrels in our laps.
Unlocking the metal fence
bringing dried flowers back to life
tranquil and restless
forgiving and hateful
the silver castle
the golden animal
the knees that swing from our bellybuttons.
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