they
couldn't be straighter and i couldn't care less
oh,
i shoulda fucked oh what's her name?
should
have shagged and tagged her
STD
a claim to fame
heaven's
little pinwheel spinning mid-air above the sidewalk
up
the winding road past warfield, under the gray sky
themes
evaporate to dreams
meaning
melds into a skeleton key for a fretboard
discipline
i out of the system
and
streamline ego pistons
stopped
engine stepping stone to a sunken passageway
the
shadow's mind is chewing
on
a problem like the well-intentioned over-corrective
reflex
of the immune system, foaming over with excess
a
phonebook in a dream, gear i left
in
a mountain crevice above trail, candy and money
and
a car tangled in a cable
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