A pot-bellied man entered loudly,
normally cut in half.



Actually, rectangles of stinky computer dreams
chewed me and another person…



He chewed the room,
the restaurant, the manicured lawns.



I saw a guest enjoy it,
slathered in bar sunlight.



We received
a hinged present.



The party is over.



I mumble, remembering most of the lines,
and selling apparently not much more
than the top of my head.



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