"three time loser, you'll never learn,
lay down your tools before you burn.
ya keep on runnin' and hidin' your face,
spreadin' your heat all over the place."
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Stuff I like (all)
- to be a body
the boys drink
their new england beers
& ruin everything. jokes
fall like eggs. sweat reeks
of copper & compost.
they blame their...
- All Of It
your eyes say hello to three am,
barely open, drooping low
as the near desiccated river
back home & his body
arches over you, smelling
- preemptive nostalgia (1)
legs bare & tangled toward a window
thrown open & the constant smack
of the box fan & all of the wood
in the whole place...