JEFFRY
MICHAEL JENSEN
Superhuman Fog
stillness
is taking over the nice nowhere
that walks
and talks like a zero sum game
scattering
ironies into the canyons
running
neck and neck with machines
belching
nerves in the luxury of limp nation
pure
normalcy cries in the mountains
pumping
strangers for the chase around the moon
altering
clouds exploding trailer Zen
numbers
condemning me to games of chance
deep
download intimacy shattered
distracted
by the speed of blinking emptiness
pocketing
bloodshot doorway freaks
a morning
of mammoth bacon blues
a jumpy
shining buckle cruise
mistaken
dribble evolutionary butts
in a superhuman fog of philosophy and flesh
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