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god spat human blue dance
God spat human blue dance
The North Star porter’s callithump.
An ode to the trumpet calls
For Histeridae and pilot falls.
The dough in the legs of man
So bitter when the juices ran.
Operator dialed fancied tones
Amused and sang the greatest of put downs.

Dazzling tobacco fug
Of cracker crabs and thugs.
In cloaca, figs and straw
Bowers rump and roar.
All rushed in a steady wake
Bright bubbles rose opaque.
God put His hands back down,
Coughed then spat the most harsh of times.

Slow slow quick quick quick slow
Slow quick slow
Slow quick quick quick

A head snap, sideways slum
Box step rifle, shell drone
Heel leads, troops itch and sway.

Victor waxes and wanes
Into the bottomless blue.
A free spin nutate
In an ever bottomless blue
Dance.

A split stamp fractured mazard.
Vine tendrils round deer skulls.
Vying for the termite throne
The watchtower now a woodchip cone.
Laughing dragomen
In reservoirs of blood and bone
Had no hats to dust or lay down
So god spat the human blue dance
Catch!

Slow slow quick quick quick slow
Slow quick slow
Slow quick quick quick
Slow.
 
 
 
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