Salubrious

Festering pancake batter
trapped hard in the bosom of fictionality
let me shape your warm
foetid flesh
into particles of dark matter
ripped from the womb of physics

Squirrel!

Squirrel!

Squirrel!

The whales are screaming
in my bedroom
the whales the terrible
dolphins
or whales
or dolphins
or squirrel!

Squirrel!

No one knows
how the island is shaped
but I know
what time it brushes its teeth
before bed

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