i'd been farllowing their ruings fer halfa mall
when lala stop they caught up walkeen tall
lookeen straight ahead sep for eyes all starry
who turn arounan winkan say he sorry
because the harvest is coming up
shadows are jabbing into daily life
a afternoon walk with my pup
turn into a tree with a knife
it's the planet's sickning turn tort
flame on the horizon you caynt
walk backwere fass enough or
evolve or spind or learn
sure your clan presents a novel difficulty
but it's otherwise unrewarding
who wouldn't take easy bake up the street
or a pendant night on el capitan
my path has not led to gender psychedelia
but i've come very close now to what
amounts to a high-tech diaper fragment
and i can tell you sometimes: it's clumpy
Lillian "Lil" Modat
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