I Am A FacetLess Soul Of Assumptions,
Forgetting The Broken Fence,
By A Crippled Cold Bridge,
Rotting Soft Wormed Wood,
And That OverTurned Pitch Black Fork In The Road,
My Name Could Be An Old Scratch…
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Heavy Killing To Lift The Air For Breeding,
Acres Of Familyar Terrain For Following Minute Irritations…
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This Way Comes…
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Distractions And Pretense,
Assertions In My FingerTips To ReWind,
Then To ReLight The Charcoal And Ignore Tantalus…
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Thirsty Birds And My 13 Scars,
I Can Twist The Wrist To Settle The Difference?
Show The City What Shadow I Might Nail UpOn The Wall,
Let It Bleed Back Down To That FloorBoard’s Beat,
Wear My Shoes To Bed…
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Make My Way To The Falling Of Rain,
And MayBe Carve My Initials With A Pen-Knife From This Life’s
Language
InTo A Pillar Of Thought…
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I Be LoneSome But Never A Fool… Nor A Flood,
I Can Still Wink And Grin… I Can Wash My Hands And EveryThing…
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Tartarus Never Sleeps.
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