Acrobat
left the rack
and left my heart in seams.
Bubbles bursts
and birds flurry
across the sky all the same.
One sat on a wire
and asked for a grave to be dug
in its frame.
Take a picture
catch a whisper
it’ll all be the same.
Various rocks
and polished pebbles
presented.
Love the same
waiting for commericals
to play after the game.
I flipped the channel
callous arousal
I rather listen to music anyways.
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