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Bob looks in the sand, an adverb.
An adverb is lying.
course.
Chris, the New Yorker, has disappeared.
In Mesopotamia.
A gem of a latex covered his navel.
Opponent.
Bob seeks green grass.
Grass ether.
On a piece of cigarette, Bob turns a dream.
Melancholic, he closes the door of the Bentley.

A black to white.
hitch, said the piano. Monk said.
Bob washes his hands with a glove of horsehair, the smell of violets.
Bob down the glasses.
Bob down the streets of Harlem.
In the Blue Note jazz rarefied.
Little America.
Chris spent his last night in Libido.
Miasma.
In extenso, he ponders his steps against the walls of the city muffled.
megalopolis, the lines of the Chris cupped hands, buried.
wail, fix, recover. Traces of Freud.
Cries of Chris, Bob's dreams.

Under the Sand, he seeks an adverb.
Bob the liar.
-Gun Battle.
Under the gibes of neon, Bob beats the pavement.
rain sizzles. Mechanical segment.
From bottom above.
Chris as a tattoo.
Death-Penalty.
Storm fetal injections.
Bob makes love poems.
Chris is the dead.
Wicked song.
Under the land of Mesopotamia, are two twin towers.

Bob teeth turn blue.
Under the Sand, an adverb.
The red boots of Chris.
course.
Coltrane plays poker.
Suffering from a saxophone.
From blues.
Suffer broken legs, lips open.
Suffer in inertia.
recrimination.
Tombale.
Stones.
Animals.
Happiness was one last fall in the distance.
Hidden Beneath the ashes of Mesopotamia.



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