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kicked on down the road

I’ve been failing at making
up words
keeping my pursuit of achievement
in good working order

I’ve been at it a few weeks now
talking to myself whilst
walking
(re)cycling
sitting in the dark
giving up multiple vices
and beckoning the god
of the spoken word
the god of voice

instead of adding to the pot
I’ve been losing
consonants
mainly by changing them to vowels
rearranging for no other reason
than to amuse myself
—kicking them down the road
like a tin can
or an igneous rock

it’s been like a whirlwind
inside my makeshift laboratory
letters on magnets
flying through the air
splatting onto anything metal





october two thousand twenty-two
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