Bad Language

“I bought a fog”
to con­ster­na­tion say

Across the lab a per­plex gaze
But

He can’t tell
If it was me or some­thing fat­ter
That bro­kered lan­guage to this point

I hear that they are ced­ing rain over Siberia
And at the lake
Hourly clouds draw crowds

All I wanted was to brew tea

and speak my joy
But
A wait of coin is falling from the sky

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