crunchy little creatures on the midnight floor
scampering for the cracks while
hunting them down
soggy piles of dogshit
random across the backyard
through toes squish a barefoot search
warm delivery of foul sense and disgust
the falling rain, the gathering many
onslaught variation of varying variables
directionless movements of miscible motives
grasped in hand only to surface the splatter
when all eye want is won or a phew
or a lump sum some that almost make cents
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