Grimbeau

Scroodles

SS Head

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The Gnat and Fly Dept

is a ruin.

Hens don’t lay

all his trees are dead.

Farmer Jaw they call you.

Chinless Wonder!

Hide it with your hand will you?

The wife said.

Point at the horizon

past the fields of death.

You go green, stifle pukes after the shot

when brain splats oakleaf lapel

batman dibs it off a bit quick

leads you to the limo and safe.

Things to Do

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Realize

a

Film

Digest

a

Book

Be

a

Poem

Stroheim’s Lament

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Lemon

grass haze

on meadow

tulips lose matt

sable edge,

shrews thrive well

fatigued:

the world is wet with war.

A sleep in three parts,

rounded by a

wireless.

Two comforts:

liquids out

&

liquids in.

kidneys

bashful

flushed