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to the land of forward cars
with false licorice you leaning forward
in a subway yakking
how many are dying how many
skinny and hysterical pinning their hopes
and sinews to the sled blade ribs
of a long dead whale playing ping

pong in their clam sweat sleep
somebody wake up in the tubes of hallway
knock me out real cerebral
take away my vacuum cleaner
find me in the passage vapor from a mop
somebody else's suicide
fling my ammonia hair
deep into the toweled paper
of a sacred closet
talk to me machinery
make me a wire worming basket