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Same old rancour (a yellow stream of consciousness) (Free verse) by ecargo
Headshots,
back slaps,
one-track crit hacks
tricked out and willing,
winning, spinning--
let the games begin!
(again?)
Pratfallen,
upset the poesies genuflecting
hectoring, dragging your baggage beside,
rag mannered, such a wag.
Rattled prattling
about oh!so!many!things!
jerking and gibbering all over the page
(the light, the dying, the drama, rage, rage)
Another three-card monty--
atavistic vagrants
piddling on the pavement.
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