crawled out cold from the open wound of the subway an amphibian winding alone winded up metropolitan croaking eye streets held prison through an afternoon of awkward hard steps walking a spiral of cables shocking spill across a lusty spoon held shakingly over uprighted candle congestion advances consumption too much lately
must've went wrong somewhere to realize substance
breathy lizard of hi how are you to feel like more
the beltway's too tight veins are smoked out gophers
my addiction to rainbows such a thing as too much bliss
the facade and all you know the interior is fetal
the mallet of the mind grinds organs into kneejerk cults
wall street journal whiskey-stained under a blue light
of kissy collision so's your introversion
my monocle bent towards asphalt
in this.
I can almost hear the blab
of the pave.
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