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the build squash jagged train
smokey the bulldozer
jolly jelly bean roll
wither flower into cymbal crash bird
fly fly fly
if it doesn't make you move
shaking chains in dungeons
tapping a pillow with your dreams
kicking the minutes on repeat
a dangle from the lash of your beating eye
missing the snare on the whole piece of pie
and you wonder why
you haven't learned to dance

dissonance churns
when you aren't playing
when you cut the jam
and your spread across a sandwich in st. james infirmary
croaking the blues
without the bones to know
your knows from your snot

the fierceness of the charge forward without compromise
your bull in the skull
still, twitching