One Word Album

datadidntsitright
forcetobearwith
willbelessthan
leapsandbounds

always in a tough situation
you can set the needle
on stun and run your fingers
back through your gelled
black hair, saying, “mama,
what’d you do with my gun?”

sortthewillowsweeping
downanddammed
riverfowlskipupand
dipbacktheirbeaks

one leaf the color
of gold light
afternoons sometimes
offer back to us
in weather like this

transactionsexpected
fromcostyouthinkboom
linestoscanandsnore
tointegratewithsystems

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