Unloved words – the shards
and turds of nouns and verbs –
cracked discards of insofar…
in summary…pursuant to –
all the goo of consciousness’
rejected mess galumps down
through the pipe and flumps
into the nasty ripe insentience
of an underworld to which
kismet consigns all bad
beginnings and lame ends.
Some of them turn into friends.
(Go ahead and show ‘em.
Crawl back up and be a poem.)
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