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The Cumbersome Faults
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2017 Bellhaven a town of five,
Grew in his love and potent flares
She shivered as she dove
Deep beneath his cumbersome faults
To the misty beaches in his eyes
They ran the grocer
Her love of loves
Carrying the parcels to waiting cars
Making bank trips on bicycle seats
Fucking all night under uncovered bulbs
Market lights on strings of electric
Pattern up the ceiling joists
She travels her journey
In whims of ecstasy
And sweeps the storeroom of tattered webs
Children join the dusty mop head
Ringing the sound of miniature him's
She and he's of minute proportions
Occupy the grocery carts, and
Two wheeled seats of financial ruin.
The market lights on strings of wire
Sputter with the fading current
He sucks the lips of his love of loves
And squirrels his toes behind her ankles
Fucking the night under unsheltered bulbs
They all are gone now in Bellhaven
The town of five is now beyond the five.
They all run around on seats of bicycles
Bank drafts and grocery carts
All gone to litter.
Her love of love gone down in a blizzard
Her children amassing out there by the highway
Her market light patterning the joists
As she dives deep beneath
The cumbersome faults.
