when your veins have shriveled.
stones.
Singing "Go Fuck Yourself"
to the afternoon traffic
in a field of bands.
exhausted
I got something
slippery in my pants
pocket. I wonder
fully if its edible
art or soup gone
thick in the head.
Lets go get reasonably
naked-drunk-moon-howling
at Ground Zero Zero Seven.
Sad to look at.
A trailer-park
Chernobyl style haunts
across sidewalkless byways
into portlandianopia's shame
easy east end.
Imagine meth lab
lazy boy bonfire
daisy chain camp
fire fiasco in ruins.
dominos.This hoe thinks
Im a rake.
Shovel her done
down a flight of not
pregnant anymore.
Need the rest
of my life to be
so evilly solved.
A solution leaves
me as the problem
subdues my say
uncle sore spots.
TIRED.
do it again.
RETIRED.
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