When the lateral combat of debris
heaves from their bustling ecstasies
It becomes the rupture-
colloquial and lopsided,
crossbones shudder
from storm to storm, and scoop
over its deceptive grindstone,
banks of fallacies
chew like greyhounds, their
fermentation dawns threadbare
decay
while the grizzled gospel
of milky morphine
tiptoe through toothy
acronyms with shot guns.
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