it’s a near thing.

some are sleeping some are dying
some are laughing
some are having great sex
some are stalking.
my quark-filled machine pattern reactifymacreadyports like a nation
this is all magic
but we are early models and freaked-out geeks
wall to wall nervous systems skittering on the slippery plate SMACK
some are having fun
5:17 PM 1/5/07
i’m pulling out and greeting roaderie
toys and apprehension and white and dark and compression with fast attack low release punching at 15DB
some are waiting some yowling
spinning magic space, early models
some are smoking some are writing some are drinking
some are thinking
it’s a near thing.

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