—TODAY WAS A SMOKING SKY

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       there’s another     crush     crash     of confidence     left of center     or off screen     so i’ve been     tripping sideways     flipping     copper pennies in     the revolving door     that swirls      elastic and plastic      in my head     take a look     there’s a     blow dart     in my neck     a leach with      a superglue grip     while you’re busy     frying eggs     that’s funny     that’s not     the air is     unbearable     like     sucking down     sackcloth     or each of     jupiter’s moons     luna weeping     black tears     the size of     all our lost days     tonight pulling     the sheet back     making even more    room for you     and your    untraceable shadow