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the monkey & the eaters of weak poetry

they are hungry for cliches & weak meter these eight-legged beasts skittering behind us patient, deft as spiders waiting & salivating for crumpled paper wadded in the recycle bin, siphoning blood from every tap of backspace & delete keys & longing for larger meat … Continue reading

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