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The grass is greener when there ain't no graze;

cow eyes are glazed with the slick glass eye look
till you feed 'em and burst 'em with grass, maize (?)
and shave'em, slice 'em, put 'em on the hook:
Or off. Must the pious "stevedore" doff
his brain into the poet's lap notebook
or new laptop or digi camera
as "neat" pieces of "quaint" ephemera :
What it really is is peripheral –
I sing (eye zing?, – izing?), if that's a word;
Oh you made it up? Well, I'd never heard:
You're too literate, babe; I'm figural:
We are living in our matériel
workspaces, for we are true headcases.
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