sir rooster mounts
farm table,

mute, with proud
intent

bold, for beast
so quiet,

feathers fan bed’s
drowsy brood-

rousing but
seldom
rude.

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stale bubblegum
smell

mine
or yours
?

i could never
tell

life’s flavors from
the pop
..

until blowing
stopped
.

..onto ice cream
now
,

any sign
lighting shop?

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“alright ginger,
send
in

that
master
of madmen”

we’re all ears and
must hear
..

dear beast, who’s
in season?

dammit he’s
loose
now

shan’t catch
him

by thinking too
like him
,

i smile small
to thank
him
..

no
doubt,

we need hear
no more

“alright ginger,
show him
out.

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