O you people you spirit vagrants
whose necks do not twitch
when the dawn hits like roosters
sitting on cold chimney stacks
I can't help you
a wind there was a wind
that flapped around the world
what did you know of it
there in the dark circus?
my mother stuck a pig's head neck down
in the tarmac
like a challenge
—this is a reality I can't convey
we took it from there
we lay together
we softened slowly
then in a sudden wind
his moment of Zen
his analysis
which I took to heart
was that he'd only been here for the beer
this sadness flooded the place
I needed wild wild cranes to bring me back
to such urgent hooting
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