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like the dreary mist falling
poems
announce themselves
at inopportune moments
either
pause and capture

or

release

back to the
void

i was going to wear a suit
the best i could manage
were black jeans
cowboy boots
and a bit of extra
jiz in my hair
singing
celebrating the last rocketeer
in an ever-ascending burn

11-30-23

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