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I counted the black eyed
blackjacks on a Mississippi
avenue while waiting to see
if I was the man
I said I would be
but I bored myself so
I was a scat jat
jazz cat on oil
waxy highways
my knees above my chin
my judgment in a paper bag
and Clifford vomiting next to me
too much to drink
too much to drink
he told me
but I well I
I unlocked and decommissioned
delaced and debuckled when my plane
hit shore
well what was I to do
I was but a whore in a valley
and the halos mix with the time
and they told me
time went by
what’s a guy to do
but go into construction
hell
I was good at construction
but what do I got to be
proud of
well
this and this and this
and two yellow eyes
and I’m good at construction
don’t you think it all needs
a new coat of paint
in this light
or a new foundation
or a new roof
I thought so anyway

sigh and judgment
ignorance and prosecution
what a waste
double blind
loose whore
time - slipping
Carmichael blues
come out the corner

oh shit