thinkin’ bout a revolution

begins with a many-fingered heart

slices of toast wrapped around salami

vegetable farts

armpit fluffers

headstanding infants grow on red vines

pulsating diamonds lie over picnic blankets

mirrors cry when you look at them

the key to romance:

unlock the wildness within

sink on your knees into the absurd lawn

lap up water from your shower

as if it’s your final taste of love.

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