so why don’t
i read..

likely it’s paper
allergy-

perhaps the sockets
of my soul

are glutted with
weeds,

a mind shaped seed
between my
teeth,

the perfect
book

was
make belief.

my dime a dozen
bird song,

you gong,
and

move on-

i trill
sonnet,

you vomit,

i rescue
hair-

whisperin’
haiku..

you gag,

do i
inspire..

desire me
too?

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