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all the obvious shades green the dog scratches for a hairless dream blue my hard heart under a bowing bridge drifts toward a waterfall red all birds crowd into the same hemisphere white a tear jumps on the one piano key that's never been crossed by fingers purple all my lovers up to their asses in the same river of headlines black defused warheads roll out of the preacher's eyes, splintering the pulpit, squashing his microphone like a rotten orange. pink an electric eel squirms into the ass of the underwater dreamer, his brains turning to coral, his retinas registering nothing but swift TV blue orange the cat sips champagne with a human smile yellow a new sun stands beside the old and pulls me from my window colorless a rainbow ricochets through the mica of my pupils, dies in the mirror a lampshade spins in the kitchen, covering the floor with toxic butter we make love on the counter listening to the faucet drip through time an insomniac curls up in a box of kleenex and blows his whole body skin bronzed and cleansed by lack of sleep, i swim miles in bathtubs shadows brush me like hidden fish, and an old tear gains a new skin weighing on the geometry of my face, upsetting the house's balance as fur obscures the colors of my clothes, all the pipes quit pumping every time a baby is born, god runs away from himself, screaming
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