Please sit with me.
Perch, group.
I want to talk with you
sans the goddamn
you pool
in the Perspex
of your
shuttered iris,
the sexual
on loan
from somewhere
once,
otherwise the plums
stumbling
in the snow
shout without
purpose
and the snoring
toucan
sedated in the leafy bay
dreams alone.
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