sideshow slump

write about love

everybody loves love

so i do,

deciding that love

is doing despite possible

procreative determinates,

coming to:

the dog fucked

the other dog

but both were fixed

useless nightmares

of panting and biting

and lovely hope

where later

their bleeding pee betrays

their hopelessness

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i told her

that i have the special

talent of wiggling my ears

but now

she says she

doesn’t need to say

much more

though i can barely hear

here where there is

no she and no we

and soon

no me

a man wiggling

his ears too much

that it and he

becomes ordinary