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ISSUE 24 · THE CITY POETRY · "SPILL"
cone nipple by smith
RUNS OVER
my cup runs
over and over
into the brown bayou
and clogged streams
and rivers between
the flooded banks
and over the shades
of gray rainbows over
the brittle waves of grain
and shores awash
with plastic caps
and over the lips
of styrofoam cups
running over with
flat beer, and bitter
pills to swallow,
over cum ing in
misplaced condoms
mislaid virgins
and screen names like
sin-derella and bambie-booty,
my cup most
certainly runs over,
over passes, under,
around and
down through
the ground water, and
toxic spills and over hills,
and over again, and
over and over,
but never ever
out.
bro vic
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