Blue Rain Hat

what can we do but string moths together?

in your Armageddon-slippers you say rain’s coming

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in the new world bluebottles instead of hope

“you’re nothing like the virus” she said making popcorn

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the homeless psychotic acts like a wardrobe

we look under the sofa for the word pitcher

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right foot socks in one drawer, left foot socks in another

we buy Mickey Mouse band-aids to heal the lake

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while watching Montalbano an olive falls through my I

for now we let the poplars stay outside

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in my blue rain hat I fight off boredom with a stick insect

“when you’re through being a swallow you can make coffee”

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before hoovering pick up the .s and ,s from the carpet

“don’t talk to the moon, don’t get it started!”

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you’re not alone you have the black dog

eggs boiling and you consider adopting a cardboard box

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we agree the ashtray has a hidden agenda

next to the remote there’s a remote and another remote

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“Microphine”, you say like I don’t know what it means

in a yellow eternity we begin questioning needles as a concept

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inflatable clouds take up half the room

the Earth is flat enough to be on TV

Johannes S. H. Bjerg

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