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in the interest of simplicity

i'm cleaning up this blog
there is too much stuff
perhaps it is also time to shave my head
get it nice and simple
a simple head
a new head trip
community community community
what do we mean?
the banking community
the poetry community
bank on The Canon
bank on yon mini poetry celebrity
I don't know what everyone else
has to say
I haven't said anything
I don't know my size
my cultural capital is quite small
strangled in each other's reflection
noted in pleasure
who's writing the script
inspired to do wrong
socially constructed memos
conduits identify our selves
recognize the flake
in yr midst
I used to think I knew
what I was doing


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