one and two, and three

tonight the road looked like my new skin
my new skin hates myself, it is like tired flesh of fruit
if you got a plum and aggravated it, if you rubbed it a lot.
it shifts around and talks about other men
talks about a strong kind of face.

i find it in another place; i'll make a building in the mountains for you.
this is what i will do.
i want nothing else but to find a barrier.
i've been "let go" from whatever jobs i had
i've been diametrically opposed to strong effort
and i want us to live in silent or calm moments
or at least fifty square feet of understanding.


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he said it'd rain.
or, to do something
(i fixed the picture)
where is the plate of broken plastic
and where is anything i want.
my contemporaries feel like children when i am a dignified child.
do you know which is my syndicate? it looks like
^________________________^
or
^____________^;;;;;;;

or everyone gets married and i'll buy a car
or someone is slightly gap toothed.
[SOME OTHER CAVE, SOME OTHER TOWN, SOME OTHER SERIES OF TOWNS]
oh i will cry (out) sometimes
all over dirty skin, maybe.



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all like turnips.
all like forceps.
does the evacuated bi-lo have security alarms?
do the rocks have anything to do with it?
all we did was play the drums and the cops came.
how much running did we have to do
or how much borderline functioning?
this is for everyone, i think.
everyone has a steel leg.