*
I've written bad, written turkey schnapps all in a row,
but the best of bad is yet to come, if you ever know
about how books and nooks and ceiling wax
disturb.
That's not the point by far.
Leave your mind in a jar
to read this garbage.
Spearminting comes with daring,
glaringly stupified
with ordinary words
from ducks,
geese,
goose,
where is that moose
attending,
pretending… spearminting with sounds, grounds
out light.
Goodnight, and the sun also rises.*
*thanks to Hemingway for that title.
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