delay delay
we who sit in coffee shops speaking in
circles
oh
there's a girl over there
and I've stared at her strawberry bangs
lolling in front of her forehead.
what's
oh
what's it in the center of a fugue
laughing ca
ca in the gristle thist?
now now
we
settle down, an ivory day,
cool clouds and sex,
be be
be
the thief in the canopy
hoping to harm
an heiress.
give it up,
left love liar,
the undoling pistol fist of heaven
is
erect upon your thin
chest
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