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From the Soft Destruction

by: Michael J. Martin

Quality of light is different in Magic Town.

The sugar is sweeter.

(two song pigeons watch over their grandchildren,)

Ric Flair is immolating for us all.

C.R.E.A.M.

To be hit with an introspective blowdart, to love & love & love

like a tiger is eating you alive.

Nightly I cottonswab my Eustachian tube,

& what I hear…|

The refrigerator shuts down;

it eats our food.

The sugar is sweeter.

I don’t own that website anymore the domain is for sale,

The engine of the spiritual modem—

There’s a .dll for that.

Nightly my body hums

Cold piece of work.

& the sun comes up because of the dance we do.