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Fragmental (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
What playful pens
When we tasted every breath, only words for masks
I'll hold a wake for the devil
I barely remember that bleating face
But I won't sleep
while fools worship a golden boar.
A dog catcher hunts in a dark wood.
Get the breastplate stretcher!
20/20 hindsite
Pan's retreat
Pandemuck.
Rough and ruddy knuckles
A bowl of pills with milk less milk
The lunatics salute.
Go to sleep
It's a hoax
The living rise from the dead.
Awake for the devil
It was always a voluntary prison,
The last gasp for capitalism
Language is a fat slab of soap
What will you do with it?
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Posted: May 19, 2020 1:12 AM PDT; Last modified: May 20, 2020 3:21 PM PDT
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