Flarf Poetry by Justin Carter

"albatross 4"

god something smells really bothersome on this train
cannot pinpoint it
i think it is a meat of some sort

"albatross 5"

alchemically translate the mundanities of suburban life
where is the locus of beauty though?
the beating hearts of cars

"albatross 6"

my uncle trades fish to the milkman for free milk
my mom walks into the room singing a song by train
i am going to wear a wolf shirt out in public today

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