Buzz saws cacophonous mega-hums on west side avenues.
Beloveds and I are safe for complicated reasons.
Sky beyond our deck still reminds me of late-day Arles.
All around. Beyond. Dying in creatively vicious ways.
The screwed out here one kind of huge lewd
ringing rising on a bright, dry afternoon.
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