disgruntled school psychologists
bellied up and down three grand
well shit Ike! And me without
a proper sardine
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dream of trees naked in the wind
those arms shivering bare brilliant against
a dirty cotton cloud backdrop / oh dream /
like those 13-year-old boy ones rampant
pure dirty unreal soft hard like the trees
that will not see Spring