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The Bomb of The Bum

He:

"political tariff takes toll
whenever I drag a long lone cigar to its last
two and a half inch sorrow,

yes when times get rough as though
its scripture writes me a bible of some kind and all
its words fit in this unopened piece of stone to which
everything my rather soulless pint of thoughts

creates goes unnoticed, i make myself a numbers game
and abruptly i greatly terribly spill a detonated polyphonic

tone to my eyes, engraving as it moves, dragging the line,
and turning them verbatim into some useless lie full
of everything's
source of nothing, one-
two-three-four-five
phrasal codes, breaking like this:"


humusulut yahwah ataya nako si lakam atalok iyotonin
tonin moswar
sukubar, amukar, mutwa latayat,
mulutsay mulutsoy

sumu lituratur
imong anghang atenek latya bin bombal


(After his speech the building next to him disappeared Friday night)

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