(no subject)

[policeloveyou]

(bored)

space, an unfortunate habit that you can
trace, to the existence of
corner, an edge, the only connection to the
mourner, a deletion at the end of the board

like most, it's an open and shut case
no bells, no whistles, no ribbon or lace
there's no product of things torn, or
leaping back to that of their former

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you're caught
in a ___ underground
it's hot
it's not
you're seethin

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here, the hot sky sinks in deep
and here, a meteor, caught in a leap
was pushing, pulling
on

ignorant and all of them rich, these are the kids.
bummed a ride on old man's card,
but caught lick and cane.
cried on her skirts achieving
lollypops for pain.
spilled their green ketchup
on mom's evening gown.
they laughed, whatever,
took their green on the town.
now they're at a waystation for two
still lugging their precious Playstations - get a clue