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it’s a blessing and a curse to be moved by nothing
haphazardly, my leasts come of it
that night, I call up to the woman with the art deco balcony facing the park
how do I get a life like yours
“you work really hard” she says and flicks her cigarette butt
I lived for Fridays and the swell of sound at the threshold
where Chaos and Babylon wet kiss at the bar
I walk on and resist the country desire to clean my plate
my own desires don’t impress me because they have been stupid
they confuse need with want, and all I need is a wash
the oily duck with blue dawn
I’ll hang out in the wound of things before they heal
pray for rain
who’s the pig in shit
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