- Keith Banner
Heidelberg 2019
no way no how
somehow
here
an escape but just
one block
everything else pushed into
eyesore
and meditation:
trash-toys
purses from
old nurses
stairsteps
moving through sky then dirt, don't
forget
front porches
don't forget
anything therefore
every roof
is caving in
nothing is
memorized
everything else
gone
creamy white
rusty old mouths
the pink cross
is
concussion
and
truth
a lawn full of
dirty clothes
rotten little tires
doll faces
wanting to clock out
little clouds singing doowop
above it
little clouds
depressed about
what's left
after all this
bullshit has gone down
fervent trash
technique,
washing machines and
gigantic tv sets
and pringles cans and
one three muskateer wrapper
start to talk about
their feelings

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