Looking up along the piles of broken crockery
the sight of wading panda picking ode’s
out on bamboo flute with the last reed
blowing off Mountains precipice.
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Chokered knots of retribution unfurled
Woven Primary eggshells we watch its progress
Mingling with the Shaven shameless games
wishing It wouldn’t Make it to resuscitation.
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The Do ra fa se te do what the power station
Wishes for others Curved Stacks
that perfect circular barbecue
cremation in the economic equinox.
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Rolling the fluers homeland invasion
In time for a waffle breakfast
and bayuex shave as school boy .
