I speak in silent banter
I walk fluidly, unnoticed
a whisper draws cleanly toward my ear
two suns set in the distance.
I'm s p a c i n g out.
two birds confabulate romance and politics
onastreetcorner.
They are fa
ll
i
ng into and out of
love.
The degenerate man called ho.bo.
cries out for change.
Anything will do, son.
The madman
preaches
on.
















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