Len Gurts Temporarily Down Park Street

Stopped wearing a helmet because I’m ready.
Stopped going to appointments because I’m done.
I am right at the very edge of this thing now pushing

finger-sand sliders through bangs
like haphazardously-stabbed butter—got neck muscles
like a replaced jump man over drums; so I shall not

let them say whether I should live or die. And I shall not
let them instruct my cutey

bootied bounce. Therefore, it is of this
that feels so good now (O I dip. But have you ever

heard a guru talk about their commute?)

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