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and the ugly tower of fear will turn to dust
like pollen in the wind
sticking to glass and pavement
where it can’t take root

the underbelly of my patience
is stretched like twine
around old newspaper

what frame of mind is this
where some frantic something howls
in its cage, amazed at its captivity
amazed I can’t hear it
beating bloody fists against
subconscious concrete?

I painted it green so it blends in with my denial
All I need are jazz hands
and an extra hip twitch
some swishy drums
and a semi-decent filler
each clink of seconds is like an onion skin
where does this onion go?

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