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The Caravan: A Poem for Joel

So much depends upon a black oil drum beside the white squall squalling,1 While admiring id’s fantastic designs from the giant portholes of the overheated Swiss submarine2 “Beware the Shitbird, my grasshopper! The beak that holds, the claws that dig!3 … Continue reading

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