then it's all choked with debris
nowhere to turn
just no way forward
your strategies have run out
for this moment you are nowhere
it stretches
where you gonna go, baby?
outside the drums the singing
the cars revving up
ready to take you
drop your guns
and hear the News
sliding off the edge
eggs hitting the floor from hens
that didn't care too much
rats running in licking everything
witch children licking butter pats
ennervating traffic light blue-orange
the book fever low as gravedigs
lamplight and headlight sweated in the grass
the black moist
sliding in
looking down from this aghast collapse
at the gate of the Messiah
shit let's walk out long the river
throw in a body
see what gives
what rises
nothing like this for romance
I waylay at the leastest we look
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