JEFFRY
MICHAEL JENSEN Take the Green Escape
I search for the wind in the deep
black sidewalk of sound straddling
motion with the mouse of a ounce
down the water line feeling bright in
a twist of a diagram through the
underground kissed softly in the
rubble of mix and tricks feast to
feast shattering on English noise
cracking freedom riding rip to
round rocket to space of the backbone
wandering in the rise of exhaustion
instructing drummers to fall rapid
weave up the floor in the grit of
thighs flattened by groove smoking
throat to bridge to rasp of tongue
to breathe over pile of hearts
steaming propel to place carry
unguarded piece of sunny side cell
division schooling on tour sharp to
tenderloin beautiful everything
spilled I am the smuggler standing
on the pylon cracking the sugar
middle in half loud as a regal
organ in theory waxing stained glass
salvation to early consent streamed
instrument outcast machine costume
antique delay apprehension song
sailing Scandinavian nest dominant
whirl to orbit
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