Naughty or Nice

God smells on your breath
Magnets ignore you.
Think you’re sadhu or bodhi;

look at you
you look like nothing.

Elevator waited you tripped
pondering slow maturation curves
on irrelevent maps.

Tangerine lips
fragrant becoming hazy
piano detuned
ruined. Runes.

Head burst busted
you were a needle
numbing this
critical amputation.

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