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gregorian chants with whistle & spit

Posted to Action Poetry




i dream in pale green
a landscape of false pretensions
scooped up like dirt
dismissed with a wave of the hand
i love in rhythms
eeebedaaba eeebedaaba
eeebedaaba eee
a grab bag of hums
and deleriums
coughed into the sky
gregorian chants with
whistle & spit
a picnic basket of
improper tones
i open the door
to see myself out
& never get to leave
i never want to leave



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