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forgetting all your wars i swung my city scythe over the last diminishing hills trampling the butt-ends of a long dream on a flattened earth i sneak into silent corridors of bottlenecks glass bellies shattered by ancient thirsts unquenched confused by multiple horizons seen through a coughing telescope finally a miracle after years of writing voiceless songs finally all the colors strewn across every sky time zones joined by fire soldier flung by faceless three-piece suits through the fan-blades of my walls did the best part of you land on my armchair along with all your nonsensical medals? here i am throwing an unsmoked cigarette into the liquid-metal wake of the world remembering the urge to jump overboard on all those childhood deep-sea fishing trips wanting to walk the backs of those whales who snorted at us or pull a smirking hammerhead shark aboard with my thin pole quieter than a typewriter to snack on the senility of the fishermen's ideas thermometer heart in idiot cloud reach back for me through a dream of heavy-scented hair through rooms of overpriced antiques prisms of salt and glaciers fogged by diluted time kitchens of legs walking without torsos or one window of a face, carrying unidentifiable delicacies. a television preacher walked away with all my mirrors downsized and tucked in a stack beneath his arm odors powerful enough to reach through the ears and tint the brain come down my hot marble staircase with static eyes in their long soft arms guitar string necklaces showcasing the weakness of their necks women of the unpainted ceiling with pupils of neon red speak to me through memories of calm pond water in war-torn backyards of sad chickens hens laying eggs that the roosters peck in rhythm i laughed at the whole scene through the chiming noise of a broken window letting my shotgun rust across my knees.
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