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My thoughts died today


without fanfare

they did not move

ever forward like a shark

they put on shoes


before they put on socks

and when

the car was going eighty


they opened the door

and hung their heads

inches from the road

my thoughts

did not march onward


as a caliphate

they were vain


as thin pretty men

this is the notice

of their death

they died quietly

at home

taped up all the holes

and leaks

and choked

on their own gases;

I traded them ,

in truth,

for a quiet life

a cup of tea

and a pill

my thoughts do not sway

they are mine

and they aren’t much

not dead

but they are dying

my thoughts


like armadillos.






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