the oysters seemed to have been swept with cigarette butts
and the primitive steps woken by bam hogs
little piggies rush to the troff
to scuff down cheese scones
and hot water served in a cedar block
twenty ounces of liquid
warming the soil
you peep at the luscious parrots
that are brought to the seaside
with red peppers and pink eye
palm tree treats from the eastern world
the ferry terminals ooze loads of fumes
highways veins
sidewalk stains
crumbs for the giant
stolen by the gods
do you remember my cuticles?
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