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we passed into nightscapes
in fact, I was looking for a little
some spittle pulled up by a penguin
night, so odoriferous
the owl squeezed a face out from brush
"don't give me no shit!" is what
it exclaims
there are no claims
only pictures in rectangular frames
faces of old are telling
I parked the car and fell
into a bad smell
the plastic of personhood
that bird was hilarious
even the children love him
he can't get over
on the fascinated ones
Sometimes you get trapped
in someone else's reality
they try to put over you like
like a bag