lectures/selections
the intramural sports
shake my head bang
into a wall
Backwards and forwards
the interned excitement travels
into which cloud
I turn upside down
an arc of golden stuffed flesh
without which
I am but impotent and powerless.
Guilt bubbles furiously on the horizon
for my beard grows
language
My words black me out
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