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Monday, September 7, 2015


Drunk Raven lifts heavy into crooked
Flight through the columns of trees
Miller Gold at the side of the road tipped
In an offering
Moths gone from the windows at night
Bees done, chemical rain, birds that disappeared
Sometimes I see collapse because of ignorance and arrogance
Simple whores instead of scientists

I will ignore it for now
The ticking tock of mist as a carrier for something dire
The snitch sniffs my shoulder
Ignore, ignore, don’t see
Bless all