Foamscaped
Small sharply defined puffs—
No heat, no air compressors,
Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—
Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,
Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd.
“In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!”
— Allen Ginsberg / “A Supermarket in California”
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