Syrupy gravy on the grave,
ethyl habits,autistic rabbits,
pervasive mental lament ,
nothing in sight,
no sound ,no sought ...
Washy coffee my soap ,
cold chicken soup opera,
catacombs members,
hecatombs memories,
going up in smoke ...
I hate your grubby noses
in my shabby bag of words ,
restless shadows, shady bods !
In you I trust
God of the crowd !
From these media coverlips,
hide and protect me !
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