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a poem by Casey Sellers

a pick-up line

"have you heard the one about now and how the surround
sounds of these disposable days are just variant feelings
and attention traps that exact the mass of our collective
ignorance on the cosmic bloodstream enervating everything
so many only half-become?"

I want to pour whiskey on the inside voices and light a match.
Better hurry or you will miss the fucking service.

© by Casey Sellers

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013