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sept 27

time passes
all the knots that broke open your skin unravel
one after another 
at times you think you feel at peace
behind calm eyes 
still tempests
nothing bothers you
nothing bothers you so much at times
that i gnaw my teeth crooked 
break my fingers in fists balled too tight
and glare into the distance 
for something i can turn to cinders
with your medusa eyes
after hours of solitude
i can almost understand
before the noose jerks again
and i'm following the winding season
through glistening black streets
waiting for some sympathetic fatherly hand
to steer my course 
along another side street or decorated city block
stoned, just stoned, sitting under the eaves
with the rain tastes of gasoline

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