I play
with friction, skin
and air,
a ripe blueberry
between my lips.
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Unamused
Nothing approaching
the soul-on-fire,
“I saw the best minds
of my generation destroyed
by madness…”
more like tossed potato salad.
Still, I don’t put down my pen.
My desktop Thesaurus
tries to...
