50 Pounds

worth but a damn-

take the hint

& thaw in retreat.

leave with no reheat.

compress and then repeat.

doesn’t that make you want to repent-

or perhaps digress.

dress to then starve like all i did was hold press

& then call it free service.

count length till it’s got purpose

make it repeat.

know that makes you nervous.

how does drenched weight work for the french.

bound is the fog-

hog light &

apartheid still on-commission.

like there was no competition, aggression and possession getting read, and not heard how silly to be like the drenched.

collateral became all to tolerable no i left

felt like all empty space.

like edible arrangements-

don’t hear nothing worth buck i don’t fuck with estrangements, leave the peace- sight load still for the derangement.

open purse, don’t keep with the heard, call up pony or horse, better worse than 50 pounds,

ain’t that just the worst?