Short Poem No.4

Mother Carey’s chicken dances at the window-shop
shear modulus siftings the warm aftertaste demandingly

Charlie Parker was said to have sold
his hornblende for a bagel of stum, the night jasmine they played
Salt Peanuts below the neon mooneye

Jeremiad bought me everything I’m wearing now
but the shoepacs

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