liquid tumult in my tummy

still no sense in rolling
but I’m collecting grass
and as hard as I am, I like to keep it smooth
bald is blue, you know,

there’s a carnival inside my cranium
last night’s dream
shadows on eyelids
closed to me, close to me

ode to an after dinner mint
eaten at breakfast
an entire day’s pendulum of happiness
closed, close… to me

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