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ongoing from Fractured Burps manuscript . . . first draft

Crunching Numbers
an earcheck 
breath from a hooded hook
no pev no 
gup ya
part of a slipper 
they call it a gulf
time has this shadow 
sometimes a chant
the dude behind all that rain
check this dog a bone
every man jack gets to be a wife 
the price of beans of which I am constituted
somewhere does a sky bend into lassitude 
full court press 
no pev no
thunder puddles
at night the states
into high hips into a form fitting sheet
new jack sex
what we call it could be worse
thunder puddles
in Wood Green
no pa pa


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