
Tonnage Equilibrium
My sitar sticking
tonnage out in the dusty
airbus of chattering teeth
pulling the armadillo.
The growing dominance
of an eyewash bullfinch—
an open tinderbox—
the brews grow out.
The polity of deflection.
Remember my sitar scabbard.
Is this buoy equilibrium?
Is this lift-off?

“You cannot punch through the dry-wall twice, says Heraclitus’s contractor … “
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