GAME OVER
7:47
That which passes for blood these days:
Patients static while others, shunted
oftentimes tardy waistcoats
echolocate and free-fall in to
oncoming traffic
triage
webs of incandescence
High frequency alarms
sub urbane squawks shouldered
to pavement, young thugs
A caller on the line,
short-breathed with
urgent tonality
:
"here
is bleeding
here"
Vendor hums harmonics
restless feet pattern in curb slush
makes a bee-line
twine parchment and cosines
last wills
at last
no more
at last
ex-aspirates
:
"you weren't played
he's strict rules man
game on, he says
or was it? game
overman
had six on the edge
now it's
overman"
7:49
Slides on the facedown
slip shouldered
to pavement, young thugs
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