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this is insane poetry
come crazy flow with me
this mummy can't be
resurrected wrapped up
too tight in bondage
only the deepest wounds
need bandaging
living well life don't need
no managing haven't
had a land lord since
the year of our lord
romancing stones
in the front yard
neighbors looking over
real hard beetles
gather around my feet
pouring out from
underneath red paved
concrete clutter
propped against
the garage door
no bother it's
some ones job
resting easy in the
sun under the carport
facing fenced in
property
chop that tree
my first priority
ax in hand
maybe tomorrow
