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Static by A.g. Synclair

 

having wasted
too many hours

mounted hard to the wall
perched like a feral bird

on the twisted lips of a
static yellow warning

the prose will come as a
wailing stream of conscious

you will find yourself swallowed whole
like a drunken clam

a sidewinder in the cold sand
a flashback in red

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