sea: winter right wal-mart
the cabbie on brake,
feeds gulls behind
a dirty crystalline
dune: melting in
the sun
just a friendly day
fission every where
the
gray split up
sky
soiled avenues
push toward wilderness
and heave
envy not evil
but still a stagnant
shrill
in
decay
a
sea bird
fighting for a
ketchup crust of bun.
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