Sillinder

Starting off with a baaaaaaa
Not falling, more like projecting
With dusty distro
The bandsaw starts up like
Grrrrrrrraaaawwwwww
Or zhzhzhhhhhhhh
Sleepy letterings like hush and hazy zzz...

Impatient to get back to
Something like
Bad hairline addressing
Morning mastering of dry branches
Simple tinder ties
Calling scene and falling asleep in process
Loops skipping like
chick chick wok wok chick chick

When spirits throw gang signs
You listen like jenk jenk
Watch passengers like
Tic tic Tic tic
They address in numbers
Like Van Halen
or Sting before he was stung
Soft soups made marshy with dill and dandelion
Gigantic persistent numbers
Aimed at your head
like double barrel eyeball projectors
Like nostril tendrils
like you know things about Pluto

After washing the body
as it pertains to the body only
The plans continue
with list lemmings
and pasted applications
Things that can't survive the wash
Rhinestones can
So can pens
But some things hate the dryer

Some things the dryer hates
So god sends zippers
and applets
and eyelets
and grommets
We put things on high
And let them sort themselves
much later
For first we tangle
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1.2.13