Gone Returning

come grovel
it’s a story we don’t need
to ear up on
all lies

disco dog

all normal
show up
we’re recording
shout out the name
to the movie

I know a leech
when I see one
you are a virus

let’s calm
simmer down now

better
more complicated
complimentary poems
have been written about you
they were not well informed
it was waste of breath

there is
no home to return to

my eye is a monitor
detects
the worst of year

dramaless Buddha
sits on a lotus

stumble through
what’s closed

our colabs
never congeal

smoke stings the eyes
mix about

he really means it

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