oom: midpoints
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And there is nothing but cold water, clear water.
Not as good as brown no not at all.
(and he hunts)
(and he digs)
GET OUT OF HERE
(and he flies)
jesus mary joseph lookit him go
And there is pain.
white powder squeaks in his teeth as he chews the pills
(slimey stinky oil helps)
nobody. somebody. beast. angel. something
freakfreaklook at him
look at him and his dusty suit and matted knots
get away beggar
snip. snip. snip. snip.
he hums to himself as he works the blades
not a freak not a freak(extraordinary being)
"what are you?"
not a freak not a freak
he hums to himself as he works the blades
snip. snip. snip. snip.
the water is cold(or a jam toast with butter pick the spots off)
strawberries
the sauce dribbles down his chinnot27not53and sticks
The owls stop bringing him things.
he can hunt on his own
The feathers settle into place.
fingertips have memorieslike a dance?
get lost
"already am."(nobody understands)
not a freak
He smiles.
they build nestsgotta leave sometimewith black hair(and he flies)
Not as good as brown no not at all.
spiders and worms and beetles and mice bones snapping
rubbish bins full of greasy noodles and molded breads and wasted fish
he hates fish
but the slimey stinky oil helps
GET OUT OF HERE
jesus mary joseph lookit him go
and he goes
and he goes
and he goes
And there is pain.
white powder squeaks in his teeth as he chews the pills
(slimey stinky oil helps)
can't you see?
freakfreaklook at him
look at him and his dusty suit and matted knots
spare a buck?
no? all right. god bless.
snip. snip. snip. snip.
he hums to himself as he works the blades
not a freak not a freak
"what are you?"
not a freak not a freak
he hums to himself as he works the blades
snip. snip. snip. snip.
the water is cold
not as good as brown
it will do have to drink works in a pinch
strawberries
the sauce dribbles down his chinnot27not53and sticks
The owls stop bringing him things.
he can hunt on his own
The feathers settle into place.
fingertips have memories
spare some change?
what for?
27 and 53
get lost
"already am."
not a freak
hungrytiredsorelonelylost
He smiles.
they build nestsgotta leave sometimewith black hair
thank you
angels and owls