thoughts on fire

banished from my world

a little while ago

carved out in chunks like fresh meat

get your body stacked with it

a slice of lemon peel

strawberry sorbet sip

I eat poetry like bread

insomnia

hour after hour after hour

like a wire for hire

rat on a treadmill

thoughts run through it

surging, spurring, swinging

in cabaret disguise

when I watch

every thing up close

before purchase

a pig in a poke

it’s not that I would like to buy

for next year

while I live and archive at the same time

perform activities and analyse them

every single expense

on my behalf

everything is always fine

as the customer is always right

scrap that

and start again

in another value and shape

next day

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