Circa

With a most wicked flag
Departed down the center
A sharp knifey start
But also soft
Not to be compared with toilet paper
Things are yes and no
Drifting in and out of frame
A boat
Slapping the side of a dock
Bumpers
Providing cushion
Not to be compared with reasons
Scary scary religion
To find an ounce of peace
Measuring the weight
In decibels
What the past wanted
A ridiculous momentum
Some rule about kosher
All piled up
Yessing to death
Burden of too much wine
Too much car
Too much store
A pleasing sensation
Too much
Not the evil discussed on Sundays
Sin days are special
Prescribed on vacation
All those memories looking back
From far away places
All frosted glass
And disappearing ink
Fooled again, foiled
Tar nation
Belonging to credential
Longing to identify
Bony and sweet
All fibrous and segmented
Dried fruit in a bag
In a dish
On the stove top
Crying
Like so many canned and preserved
Before
Singing. whispering
Asking if hearing is good
Listening so tasty
Behaving
For birds
And worms
And maggots
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7.30.09