the wounds elevated
comedy and tragedy
resurected
and we as well,
by some gesture,
I think Proustian
a sentimental song
it was a surprising song,
we cracked under the pressure
of the atmosphere
the dead end
the kid with the black eye
you curse the ignorance
all this talk about Denver and Saint Louis
the muddy Mississippi river
your boat stuck against the rocks
the victims are all victimized
by the possessor
prodding me with your finger
trumpets and trombones
the book turned upside down
she put the republic away
back to it's place on the shelf
sigh and fondle
inside your leg
elusive thing
perfect lucifarge
he should be muddled
a bloody stain about the head
I don't know why
I only hear bits and pieces
I did see the master mix the letters together
in an old soup can
what do you mean?
he poured them into a can
and then, he stirred
mixed and mixed a gain
like shuffling
trying to cling to life
the practical is the wolf
how they behave in the penthouse
rolling the lumber
more caps for their pistols
extended travels
rattle snake handshake
looking for home
friends and family have gone
and the girls running after cows
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