soup cans rolled in the ocean
and stirred the passions of starfish
too drunk on monkey wine
to know the difference
between sanity and illusion
notes came rolling off his tongue
succulent drops of blood
left behind
when the cat took a job in Chicago
and the plate of cookies
moonlighted as razor blades
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