Bad Thoughts

oh ho hum
bad thoughts
fill my cranium

I me u put them there

the fellow is glum

write sum
amount
into the margin
not the field

margin walker

up comes the sun
I bought a gun
I walk around
like I want
to cap someone

tea that is iced
no head lice
I guess
this will all
suffice

tremble
look into my eyes
dinner at Mai’s

the door line
sunlight on
figure forms
she is not her
he is not him
individual radio towers
and receivers
see if they will
smile suddenly
like Cobras
see if they love Austin
what’s so weird about it?

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