Arrival 

It’s a purple day 

Swimming with alien eels 

Tickets rain from their mouths

Like a parade of hungry caterpillars 

I’m strong and still I fail to make progress 

A thousand empty strokes 

Real or broke

Now I’m a grain of sand

Like a charade made by slouchy giant gorillas 

Pine prongs over kills from paid digress

A pound of gentry mops

Steel or woke 

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