Docked (9/2/2024)
morg morn mornin' glorn
glossed over the shorn hair shore
shared galores of zoots & fours
scored the drawers, scored the floors
scoured the borus, scoured the omnivorous
biting off the senile edge of a grass blade
the dew lapping past my lips in a haze
mort glort d-I dort d-I flort d-I hort
hats off to the ports
Skin Cell Sickle (9/2/2024)
written all down in the computer
folded past its prime folded over
his hands stapled together
shaking his stapled hands in excitement
scandalous maneuvers
hand movers driving a truck
coming to take away all the skin cell furniture
sickled reapers
sickled in a jar with dill
sickled around the scoop of peppercorns
sickled still
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