long range acoustic device

now
if i had a decent dunlop pick
i'd reach another sorta denim plain

and
if i had a digger's neck
i'd crucify a flat white terabyte
by any other name

then
tonguing for the commodified fizz
that aromatic head - our cigarette stance
the fermented starch measurement
seven stages of men
of boys with
knives

us
all sweaty crystal chainsaw oil
in this bleached living room
a busted blackened whale
a harpoon speech pattern

this
rests more as a gallery
for heterotrophic ducks
than an empty cordoroy canopy
a chronic box of plastic bags
my/our/this cobalt sanity

motto
save paper she said
our red hands stained
from it

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