I AM A HEN
That inconsiderate oaf, sitting up all night now,
with nothing to revere and no one to put him down.
Laying ideas like eggs. Scratching words like the
patch of scratchy ground beneath. It's all there.
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I don't watch the boxers, and I laugh back at sports.
There's nothing of that nature holding me in place.
The maps of a roadway are just another pretty place.
The crowd on the train platform, just the swarm of
a pretty face. All alike, to nothing alike at all.
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Formations of disbelief are the only military I blend :
men holding phones and phones holding them. in
such an inconsiderate world I bluster, and no one
notices. I could pickpocket their tiny brains.
What then? (I am a hen).
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