Skullcaps and Batting Helmets

 

Fermentation, just
    a bit of
                drink to show where (beneath which
                                                      earth)
                                the bodies lie.

Coulda been more than coincidence, and certainly
      more than yOur love of petit triumph,

Such are mere ground rules to which none pay attention. The
       weight of which be awaited by filth'ed truck that we see in that
street, not knowing how to dispose of each other properly.

Here, right when light becomes dark, things smell rather piquant.
      Dead flowers a'mingling with the true co-ordinates of shit
      What could ever meet my share of the clever, clutching fools
                                             of Ours.?


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