i ran upstairs on lead legs
desperate to write something
i realized, over the years, i'm free
i'm dizzy, you see,
it's slow, elaborate
i'm covered in dryer sheets
giving outdoor fresh a shot (again)
glad i did, i really am feeling satisfied
it's raining cicada corpses, the dying chirp
what is it, exactly, that is their purpose here?
i mean it. i can't come up with a reason for them.
that's all. at least on this secret blog. nobody knows this spot.
i made this when i wanted to explode once.
too much, it was all just too goddamned much.
you have no idea, none of you, because i buried it.
like in some movie, i took a shovel, and i placed it in.
then i put soft sand over the top, which is risky - because
well, when the tide rises all the way up, which it will, i'll be
exposed.
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