don't hold your breath
I'm coming up slow
low on air
I don't care
would these arms
be fishes fins
if today I wanted
to leave the fair
couldn't pick up a phone
wouldn't know what to say
if you somehow
one day
turned up
a lifetime would
careen into the chasm
lord what a state I'm in
no questions to ask
of anybody
no roadmaps
but landmines and familial
boobytraps, bootstraps
quack lashes medication
deadly madness in a bottle
but the beast that
is here in the hall
no shields
unreal versus the
real in a mirror
slimmer, thinner
then disappear
in the note
of fog
in the night
(the firehouse is leaning)
(perturbed by the darkness and her affections)
(crackling nearby)
(In the heather and oleander)
(rustling alerts the eyes of strangers)
(the danger of water, or bridges)
(would he had he known it was you)
(lets play games)
(lets play)
(lets)
(forget the past and this bloody mess)
(baby, all I want to do is dance)
('click')
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