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  1. they’re gone they’re just gone

    they’re gone they’re just gone

    they’re gone they’re just gone

    why do policemen always put their hands in their vests and not in their pockets?

    one ginger policeman

    one bald policeman

    was born with some teeth missing

    what big gaps you have!

    stick a toothpick in between my two front teeth

    eat some stale bread that’ll loosen those teeth for you

    more gaps

    first one I don’t remember

    second one stuck in a gym

    go to police station and no one is home

    gaps

    weird only that I remember this now

    memories that carry a silence with them

    my bumblebee bicycle bell

    a morbid trance

    an awful pause

    a society of drowned persons

    gaps between dreaming and waking

    conversations half remembered 

    falling into dissolution then appearing someplace else

    and so there’s gaps between gaps between gaps

    frozen