they got the Gambinos finally
that scrub and vinland olive heart attack
gave me shudders as if what
somewhere out there snipers
wait for Saint Augustine
roads from Marseilles
to the channel divides us like
feelings that you thinking don't think even
that unstated passive aggressive
has poisoned my boys
I see them slip away like dead
lovers unreachable in slight titanics of silence
who now among the serried ranks
of angels will cry shit your hair so dreadful
has grown
ugly and full of frogs so tiny
phyllobates as all hell froze eggs
of deep resonant night
dip your arrows here in my back
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