shyku to cincinnati

green wrestling
on either side
of this poem

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vehicular pinatas
minivans
assfulls of children

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kudzu
growth of
the glove
over the land

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catullus cried once
and even he
never knew about it

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that hole
in his mind
people walk through

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holding hands
for something
that might be
themselves, or besides it

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even clint eastwood
stole speed from
the road golden
with problems

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phil collins
wades the air
we drive through

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who made these trees
anyway
no one swings from

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what more can be
known about clouds
that you won't remember

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how far you've
had to tumble
to be indistinguishable
on my windshield

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driving with my
ashes in tow
to the city
last century called
porkopolis

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note to self
when there's coffee
in one hand and
Ice Mountain in another
drive with yr knees