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some poems to fill space here. from various sources of mine, including issues of spangle zines, old blog posts, backs of chem papers, and notes apps across multiple phones.
medical maladies: angels of sickness and health, one one each of the four bed posts contorting their bodies into various shapes, to my liking those long necked birds, those fuckers are sending me mixed messages one side telling me i miss it bad, miss the condition and one, wordless, filling in the holes in my gums ~ from the fish tanks: weird, warped fishies closer to amorphous blobs than real animals refracted a hundred and one times through the tanks glass a hundred goldfish made from one thin skinned and sick to death, all of them rags for fins and paper skin, poor things and still, no one had nuthin on the pocossamus who was still as a statue who was gathered around in mourning for a good dead friend, with mans hooks in him and so said leland, the one one with all the rich, real gold peeled off with the pale white scales where the muscle used to be (so, god rests his soul. god digs a three inch hole in the neon colored rocks and buries him.) then said his wife, his old ball and chain (hun, were supposed to be fish. stop talking like this.)