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with a parliament
on the tongue

saw a crash on the road
crawling out the roof

walking slow
somebody could notify

heady and motion sickness
a sick bedroom door

hanging around by the oaks
counting bricks with a light

cocaine stories with a half mother
cradled on the side of the bed

indiscriminate anger
keeping up with innocence

changing names to sound exotic
holding until a bluff called

trimming the last tree
sweat and tears and olive branches

asking about the bell
but where’s the last round

fighting a

rough

fight

I knew you best
with a fire
in the mouth
recounting your deaths
sacred to the end
on plaster and vinyl
with shame and different names
asking for money to get straight
standing outside
weeping because of greediness
and no sound captures you
except
the sound your skin made
as you turned your cheek
against the pillow to face me

almost had a daughter
life is a twist
standing against the rail
advertising to him
and standing next to her
which one was the almost one
now
now
now

“No what could we have done run a little bit faster he’ll I forgot the right thing too it’s so good to see you a little steal a little straightness I can stand up sure can you well we can walk a little longer being told that’s the way the year goes until they lose their voice and I know this format is exhausted some couplets than a long stanza followed by a quote half truth and half fiction wondering if I’ll hear back from another and no I’m not lonely I’m blonde and own a dog have a family that is well off and sure I shouldn’t smoke and no please don’t ask me questions I’m on my way home no I can’t stomach this either”

just delete it
won’t you.