slick concurrence

north and south and east of the field
the whopwhop bird plaints low

the modern idea of freedoms
who could no longer control themselves

......brick kilns

..........towers of near-silence

you feel this change of air as it falls
I thought I knew nearly everything
he shouts
led away
there can't be much more

all night the radio was dead and we knew nothing
imagine all of us four gathered there in the cellar
it was as if the air had stopped

dead like a lesbian crime scene splayed on the bed
a wine bottle lingerie some maps a space ship
two oversize still humming
some nuclear fuel and an army of rebel
rats in the wardrobe she kept concealed
under the floor with the nukes and bio-shit

that hummed as we approached this stuff is
dangerous we need a trained negotiator who
is conversant in mephitis and alien states

the edit is all wrong—<the bed it is too strong>

there are names for this

you were never here

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