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Saturday, June 24, 2017

Spud Piece





You enter the room

there are two chairs

one has a potato

you sit next to that one



you don’t happen to know,

what it’s for, how it’s this

Phenomenon (but just before

you said that; I stopped you).



The potato is alive.

no boo - not in the realm

of the Possessed, you just know

the vibe a living thing has.



But the truth is, the potato,

it’s me. I wish I was only

aloo-ding to a piece of fried me.

But i’m just a spotty spud.

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