by Chris Martin
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My love is studying
Anatomy and I
Am a dilettante resuscitating
The moaning anomie
Of postmillennial drudgework
Into daily veer
Of postmillennial drudgework
Into daily veer
As Watts teenagers writhe
And jolt like the victims of electricity
We diminish them
And jolt like the victims of electricity
We diminish them
To be, an earnest rage born
Of the absurd, a fit
Response to an irresponsible
Of the absurd, a fit
Response to an irresponsible
Age, each morning’s paper
Soaked in a bloom
Of limbs, each ironing
Soaked in a bloom
Of limbs, each ironing