tree against telephone pole
veins. the functioning systems
everywhere- streets as bones,
banks and courthouse organs--
we are the blood. i am made of you, too
but got used to the parasite. now we
all design for the message going back
and forth-and back going message
we've set it off spinning, we have less
definitions for real dialogue, talk like
twinkies for our health. most of the energy
we have manifesting a decision of lack.
which we are toppled within, which we become
thinner by, but still fat for the dinner
of the only powers we don't denounce-
and spoiling them, make them bad.
we are not sure if we are hungry,
we are not full until said so
and the city digests us to sleep
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