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Running Amok
Feeling a harrow dragging plow over the résumé
of the blooming shadow in the Gethsemane of my
insanity. With an arc of ashes kindling my soul
castrating the pendulum down the hall. Listening to
the insane Coocoo as it rewinds the clock backward
ticking out its androgynous tongue. Playing a little
widdershins on my knee.
Tipping over the bottle of beer. Welcoming you to
my rum yard of the raven's claw in my poetic
Odyssey. Setting sail with my quill. Wearing my
Buster Brown's. Playing Knick Knack with a
marionette in the twilight pulling out a Plum.
Playing shotgun. Watching me run now, dragging
corsets.
of the blooming shadow in the Gethsemane of my
insanity. With an arc of ashes kindling my soul
castrating the pendulum down the hall. Listening to
the insane Coocoo as it rewinds the clock backward
ticking out its androgynous tongue. Playing a little
widdershins on my knee.
Tipping over the bottle of beer. Welcoming you to
my rum yard of the raven's claw in my poetic
Odyssey. Setting sail with my quill. Wearing my
Buster Brown's. Playing Knick Knack with a
marionette in the twilight pulling out a Plum.
Playing shotgun. Watching me run now, dragging
corsets.
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