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  •  Fragment

     I’ve been searching for a verse profound  To freeze the image, to echo the sound  Of a black spotted spitting  Three legged tripe-hound  Choking on a condom in the morning.  I’ve wrestled with incongruities  I’ve plumbed the nihilistic pits  To gather fragments  Of that day  When we drank wine  And you sneezed peanut bits.