the modern engine hums
belching out ogres, rattlers, and even
sorcerers
quid, quidditch
it's all the same
i gently rock in my mind
while she gently sorts her mane
lowly places, boiler rooms
crowded plazas and airport mezzanines
they're all the same
we take more of what we can never give
stakes in the ground, massive galleries of oil
food from a child's belly
and i, i simply can't watch the telly
for what we create
there's no worse shame
no worse shame
adt
short hills, nj
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