Try poems.
Dirty little bricks-
so many finger shakers
fertile pace makers.
Turn to the tip
of some forgotten truth-
a sour toothed balm.
Palm again the exhale in the
train's breaks
with line breaks
take another take.
Give someone a scream and a sigh.
unhinge the hamper,
filth up the quaint-
make it shine
a brake-less car on the highway
of your heart.
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