German Post Office [a poem]

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I’m a doctor not a sponge fuck daddy dot spunk hippy

tutorial centres make mistakes too

in evi   table

yes

those were spaces between one word and the spaces were there they were there they were really there

weren’t they

oh

volcano in town

formal-looking

but no shoes

pretty dead for a Spaniard

I vote blue

gas pipes can’t

use verbs

well

dictionary out late

cry slowly with

Russians nearby

bobby  push

yes that one

renames herself pushkin

yet [i]

don’t talk about duels

talk about

crown gob slum pet patriotism

jazz please

with a fence

and tickets for crown gob

remember her?

Four times

fanny jackal

roams supermarket

no trolley but fish with a face

and

jevil is devil with a j

Slovene

mysteries are the best

even

Fairuza Balk can agree

but

no photos

later maybe

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