driving to cincinnati

what of the night
with savage splendor
out and ram the funkle
wheels fat like globe and
gallant seekers solace
braced and gripping grok
machine a tongued and
quickly slanted darting
madly ripping being
fleeing emptiness
capable flyer
lone survivor
just kidding
but oh so very
“ungh” but i can’t
“ungh” without mercy
in the bottomlands
leqrning is the accretion
of soul
like a tidbit or
a way station in
the backwaters of the
deep and swaddled story
cloudland fantasy flow
cranberry bilge
and drive to

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