flashback three days it was a
half moon with a blade on the flat side
then came the self-imposed blur
an off angle of mismatched crescents
suggests a circle but
now it's joined up with other forces
also in their glory if for an evening
Toris, the horoscope lady in her fort
her tense prophecies about the weather
the lottery is now our widest belief tent
into the dark is where we went
passersby were spooked and silent
we could only hear them in the grass
when they were already up upon us
pedaled fast because it's become dry
i produce a plastic bag from Pharmsupply
and pick up lala's shit
by Jan
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