a roof of moments

the highest achievements

of humankind can be

found in the garbage—

techno bowel movement

a shit fish like a carp

on a carpet diem!

feel _em see_em!

impregnate possibility

with the mind

a roof of moments

little cracks of chance

stacked up like shingles

even when you know

it_s going to rain

bench the bullet strangle

with argument alley

too late for sky roses

and electric platypus

pie gone naked

they say he lost his mind

from the ticking of the

antique clock in his

grandmother_s bedroom

little tin soldier_s of time

marching and munching

caught in the throat

till he strangle, fitful

plutonium and plastic

shoot it at the sun

solar karma it always

comes back to hunt us

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