I smiled widely and downed
a gallon of bleach.
Sleep deprived from staring at her uterus.
Black coffee in paper cups,
it's whatever makes you get up in the morning.
Tight sticthed furry rain coat heavily soaked
in the storm, I'm the lone knight on your corner
staring into the sewer drain with a face of intrigue.
All I have to do to leave this reality is enter
the tunnels below these streets.
Down where I can feel fucked and walk through
milk jugs of slush and leave my shoes untied
and cross the alley without looking and hang
my tongue out the window.
What am I?

03/31/2009

Posted on 03/31/2009
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