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the sun IS empty

Posted to Action Poetry




he told me the same remark on tommorows saturday nite live
i have a preview of all thats going to go down
saw the clouds shift to make way like pins in a bowling alley, they want the strikes, the cross, the tally marks nail scratched in prison walls with finger nubs and a year count, the world is empty, a big space baloon full of no messages, or romance, just a catapult, an empty catapult,