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Burnt Toast
Burn the b'jeezus out of my toast
till it floats on the foam
of my draught.
These doors must remain unlocked during business hours
Must pass this test, must fill this cup.
Slip over head, pull
tight and up.
Swooped up flowers from Safeway
yield no fruit and are sterile
despite the spray.
These doors must remain unlocked during business hours
Despite dislocation of spite in my sneer,
the suits & ties grab my head
and put gel in there.
This Way. Turn Around. Walk. Cite.
Authorized Personnel Only,
Straight and Uptight.
These doors must remain unlocked during business hours
Ready for use, my degenerative sources
pour me another glass
and the toast rises,
making a sick kind of sense.
And I give myself up
for decadence.
Looser change has lost its lush
in limbo. Hear too much,
here too much.
These doors must remain unlocked during business hours
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