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Ticker shift: clockworkaholic heart
expels what blood it admitted & roundabout
the blood slushes sufficient to oxygenate
my morning dream, ratcheting up
its plot"s incidents twice, thrice
too ingenious now to go on: alarm.

Ticker shift: clockworkaholic heart
expels what blood it admitted & roundabout
the blood slushes sufficient to oxygenate
my morning dream, ratcheting up
its plot"s incidents twice, thrice
too ingenious now to go on: alarm.

I will up & scurry my citizenship out of house &
home on this tectonic errand: 25-zillion-dollar-
a-plate political ticket pluck"t from the rubblesome
world rolling-over its bling-bling. Take my quadrennial
best shot, the one we know can eke out
somebody"s eye, put out somebody"s living.
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