dusk machine
Keep, cricket.
The mirror’s
been
unplugged.
I drink
under star
the y
from stray. Say god,
say nearer
my stomach
to thee.
The outside child
is outside, the inside
child
is a pill, a lobster, a banshee
in a cup
of mouthwash.
All things dead
dead
right now.
kingsoftrain 
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