tachycardiac duress, let go the gate
the cemetery trench, sunken grass
and the backsplash of gray matter
on goal post, backboard, conscience
have to sit and wait out the battery
life, the snow mice, manmade snow
man, made by Stevens, gallery row
short-fall gallows, Grey's Anatomy
all the children I never had will meet
me at the station, crowds and apologies
swarming for reparations, dynasties
and nothing but rectal prolapse to eat
like a like a like a like a like a stutter
and sweet melody, harsh stops along
the route, the bus hussy and the louse
in the same seat, itching mad together
nothing behind that door, not a room
but practically everything else, imagine
a world where I was your dictator, weak
with a remarkable set of facts, dope sick
they say warrantless self-praise leads
to greater depression, my expectations
and what the brain held back from acid
the flash-forward of recovered memory
the evil girls of my magnanimity
those fake curls and colors
and blue's universal hue
still looks espresso on you
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