we walk around & drink some morebreathe in th cedars & th’ocean blood
flowing over th stones of black
rock tee’s
some of this magic is centuries old
or only just sixteen
december’s cuts are finally healing
in this field
there is no place to disappear. bedroom anger shows
on webcams, shooting yourself
through a shower curtain
black gown rain. beneath th dark flower
speakers to heaven. believe th grass stains &
in th warm beer. th screaming sins
after th show it is dark & we follow
lit cigarettes across soccer fields
to th bus stop
taste th dye in a stranger’s hair
follow th virgin’s tracks across th stadium
see th killer in a blue sweater
drag
mosh. old & young body frustrations
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