farewell omaha


















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oh my, oh my, oh ma
haaaaaaa…
so precious little time
and tender vittles falling
from feasting round tables still sitting,
your heart is tender
mainly wheels turning
and inability to taste
leaves scalding marks
on already sensitive skin.
tempted to turn and run
but alas
the case is never truly solved
by a judge with no heart.
so around the concrete campfire
you dance with bass drums
as loud and deeply growling as ever
you
and your love of dinosaurs
and a powerful tenderness you can’t touch.
I standing slowly
wings outstretching
carefully
always through lenses
of immaculate conception
learning to taste
longing to ignite
she inviting all to dance
regardless
regardless
regardless.

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