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confetti
- matter solved when the battle’s on the avenues you travel on, like a coupon
- cracked like the plastic on a pawn shop sax in a packed salon, i’m past it, gone
- drag em ‘cross the asphalt lawn under an Avalon, traffic gone, like a mechanic with a ratchet arm
- smashin ya, FedEx package stamped with the address wrong, the ladder’s long
- grab it before the camera’s on, from the panel on the padded wall, snatchin all
- of the jackets off, cannonball, land in the banquet hall, snapping jaws
- like an animatronic at a planetarium packed with gawks, clashing hard as a crash
- at the damn garage when the axles gone, lookin like a magic wand, the master’s paw
- never expected it, checking it, stretching my neck like a set of frenetic contestants
- in succession, better invested in evidence, confetti in vestibles, defective
- yet defended incessantly, never expressing the lesson they’re bent into
- mail addressed with lettering pressed in Helvetica, it’s prevalent, better to let em
- just wrestle with Jeopardy questions, left at the edge of the levee like evidence
- left in a detective’s setting, double time, my lungs supply enough of a thunderstrike
- to rumble the underside while i summarize what it’s like to confront the sky
- come alive just like nothing’s mine but the upper line, you stomped into the lobby
- like a dog got lost at a Waffle House, jaw locked, tossin off comments, dropped knowledge
- about toxins while a squad of cops squatted by the expressway, all squawkin’ about warrants
- joggin across with walkie talkies, pop off, clock softly knocking your options
- watchin the onlookers nodding, bodies oscillating awkwardly, all off time, dodging all your nonsense
- you authorin awkwardly honest documents about how you botched your shit
- room blooming like a fugue, ballooning in a Subaru coupe, schooling the nucleus
- with a unison of students cruising through like a scuba group getting spooked
- by a blue grouper, broom booming at your shoes, full plume of ruin floating in the room
- assume you’ll get removed, and you cost folks contracts while you mock their long shot
- prospects with a monologue across the polished marble like Gotham, awful
- as a mob boss’ office stocked with bottles toppled over on top of the profits
- boxes of documents fogged with em, dawg, i watch you fumble a dollar at a claw machine, talkin
- to a wall like a novice in a law course botchin the clauses, pockets knotted with contraband
- caught by a squad of guards hollering while you dropped, holding onto a locket
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