i wish i took a shower
no water now
i spit at a red bird
too many shows
too many trees
it's the noise out and in
holes in our walls
we can hear Waltzing Matilda
when we put our heels on one wall
and our ears on the other
everything is soaked
and clunking back regularly
everything in piles
disgustingly regular
this place hangs off it's own walls
green and scabbed
smells like copper
and robs tenants of their looks
and puts a little space below their eyes
i feel childish and dumb
outside is a disappointment
everyone i know ran home
now i'm starting to wonder
10.4.08
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1/3 of the way and beautiful so far, baby.
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