Spinning above our sleep.

Good night, I am growling on
the inside out. Goodnight my future
heartbeat, zombie. Good night all you skinny
fated insects. This night go
on eating my feet. To the others,
good night against the flypaper
you’re buzzing. Good night Jane Goodal.
What did you think of her,
chimpanzees? Jane. Good night Astoria, too
well named. Just make of yourself a drive
in movie theatre. Astoria! Good night draw
bridges, up you go. Fancy ketchup
in the refrigerator box, we’re always
saving you, good night. Good night little world,
apocalypse-less.

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