SAINT YOU THERE IN THE TAN FEDORA

Then my hair was dragging
like a kangaroo
some git forced my hand
and my hair budgeted me
past my glands
into the light tadpole ride
some dinosaur or

Get frustrated have
a rectangular
or grammatic
precision
glom on my Niagra
jimmy vicar
kring! skate over to Parna
I did and I'm sick

Grab hair fascinate
see dinosaurs drinking
see Paul Tagliabu with a bone to eat

Do you hear everything?
half of what dinosaurs feel
their skulls are kinda sagging
it hurts and are
men saints can
you all drink Forsters

Hermeneutics
"little sleep"
hair of the marmot
you are what you slide into
have cunning
will oversensitize

Din scarf blik
in spring eye gloss or
satin because language is seen
as a silkie at the fruit of our Livasnap
door

or cheese grater

Check skull again
call Baretta
men who are saints
are as rare as four-square

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