i have not met you
like some slovenly dash my head against the wall
cutting up scenes
in a dark, harsh black and white screaming
animal world
is this not howl?
cast faces to the wind
and unfold
in a rush of blood-stained
silent film
depth-charge
time bombed
explosion
that scrapes back to patina
in a frenzy of flash-danced innocent first-love world
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