I don't own any of this
No way to know
Whose responsible future
Might brand this claim
A repurposed waiver
Of liability
The roof is open
To the wind
Its blowing shades
Are gathered
To register the names
Given to the sky
Skin this tight effigy
Unstuff its
nose
Slice wide the grimace
Made hallow
By its conquest
Make me an offer
The worst would be
That I regard it as real
When the best is discounted
For a quick dispatch
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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