Electric barns.Xenophobic, queer barns.Petrified Barns.Gravestone barns.
News was serious.He read the Ladies and Gentlemen bulletin.The mask was warm, luminous.
My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku.
Sometimes I can’t tellif she’s eating yogurt ortubes of clown makeup.
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder.
Every banner says“Now Hiring” victims.The task of the branded.
I feel as out of place as the steel drums on the Commando soundtrack.
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