This is a long poem so I am just going to link to it and below is my odd writing.
“The tide that left
and never came back”
“And Hansel said to Gretel,” Fact:
the inside of a butterfly is orange,
it quirts the shape of the coastline
controlling the directions needed to find
home, never satisfying the almost equal,
the gravitational force of other needs,
itemized purchase of powdered milk ,
shoes, and tile from hours to years
crumble the way home.
The sea it twists into accurate accounts
boating the English, Dutch, and the African
pygmy hedgehog — forced to believe their wild
or put into a state of responsible breeders
and propelling handlers of “FREEDOM”
a fear to question predators — especially
the “regime type,” the composed bodies
of opinion leaders, the ones who Jaw
When things are as dirty as the stripper scandal.
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