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my bags packed
on a tortoise’s back
with a sentimental look
and a sentimental last
kept the last pack
to hold fast

highway veins
you were a little sensitive
over coincidence

got a dart on my forehead
pluck me up all night

I was a rambling

you was a rambling dog
up my back
but who’s kidding you
I’m quiet as can be
and proud as a last meal
how do you feel?
I’m a parking meter
with cigarette stains
and a floral ribbon
around my mouth
how do you feel?

you was a rambling dog
up my back
but who’s kissing you
now that you got my good luck

you used to be easily amused