Thursday, June 24, 2021

Clean Spell: 06/24/2021

Banishing

My face forests, fiber wells into shafts,
I dream of murder and murmur while 
awake. My jaw swells from disuse. 
This room will never recover from me. 

Potshots falling limply, staining my shirt. 
Someone pulled the tarp over the public 
pool. At the bottom goggles, forgotten,
later remembered but the pool had moved 

on, back to the ocean where curiosity belongs. 
School of entropy and custody. Month wobegon. 
See what fish I'l be once I ingest all this filth,
clean my room every now and again. 

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