So what I’m loosening
screws. A belated glory
roasts, mostly nice.
Pass the ice pick.
My glaciers are frisky.
Keep the slobber
to a minimum excise tax.
I’m lax when I’m lusting.
Does this mean that living
lacks a certain punch?
Or that the punch
lacks a certain spike?

– r. miller

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