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might head to the coast
might burn up my money
fall over stupid in the driveway

I got a cat
and a car that runs
and a bed
but damn
it’s better than the ground

shake your shoes out before
you lie down
eat your lunch before
you pass out
finish your wine before
you switch to coffee

my life
your life
criminals on the run
but I’ll take the pieces
stow them in a sock
and use it as a blackjack
to finish off my dreams

that’s all I see

I’m listening softly
blood on my shirt
from your bleeding lip
passed out from two more tonics

then a nice bed

might drive down to the coast
might bury my head in a cloud
if I don’t make it to the car
or get pulled over
I’ll lie on the concrete
pretend I don’t know my name

I’m taking it slow
giving up my bones