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wood panels and hanging

lights like hoses I once

thought of

escaping

with

dying

for some fog or at least

wet stone

houses up the hillside

all contain

innards in jars aching quietly falling

crouching

on the steps of a warehouse

in the red light

artificial

far from blood

or tree bark

wrap me up in sheets I don’t care

if you washed them

recently

last train

 

taking

walks holding

hands shaking

cold

under tents of dark it’s ok

we

don’t know anyone here

only

sidewalks

stretching out to places we wish we were

corners

of other worlds where

we are not what we are

but until then—-stay

while the last train leaves

whirring

above our heads

barreling on

to fields of stars

walking home

alone now I’m

thinking of things bursting apart

box of mangoes

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box of mangoes

casts shadows

quite terrible

shade

my eyes and pay the woman I

wonder how I’ll get them home

 

then

heavy afternoon

hours to kill

windows

open catching sounds

radio from somewhere says the game is tied

 

reach for me don’t reach for me

bursting dark

screaming flesh

this

is what evening is

oh, say there’ll be rain in the right season