Felt badly about martyring each other,/ holding your hand in a movie show /about a song and dance,/searching for signs of peril/ that blink on and off,/ibloodlettings by a doughnut stand /in my who -dun- it. /Bagman combed through a crowd, /reckoned for more than sweetness/in fact, he reckoned for glad rags/they show the carnival’s size/together with the slice of knaves
Glitter Funeral
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Poetry in Motion 