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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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