St St St
John M. Bennett

     

the sprayed corrective ,nozzle
hoarder ,butter an ash the
limper dawn encroaches lack
my slumbered shirt all rained
.it's rumbolicious bright wet
crawling ,clever the same an
issued froth a bombing poo
l .coldcuts layered on my ton
que I buttoned off I ,slid
,brayed ,flayered the flag
of my coughing snore my
uttered hash and whimper

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