Suspicious Glitches

poetry that pairs well with the apocalypse and a nice merlot

Boxes

Watching the walls…
 
Crossed legs
shivering

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A Spire

There is a doorway into a
place with ample cabinet space
and a south-facing

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Malrotation

These are animal meditations on morality
Teeth that gleam in high resolution from the comfort of
your four-person municipality

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Just Ask Next Time, That’s All

So, this is solitary
Hazel
Dilapidated, dewy eyes

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Live from Madison Square Garden

In Elvis’s bedazzled white bell-bottoms acquired from never
selling cotton
And screaming, always screaming with

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