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[8oclockbumrush]

[muzzle]
there's a random
painted highway
and a muzzle of bees
my sleeves have come unstitched
from climbing your tree

the sun gets passed from tree to tree
silently and back to me
a breeze blown through
pushed up above the sea
finally next to you

when dogs bark they look like they're smiling
i don't think they're mean
some people get frightened
despite fences in between
and the green gets passed...

to you as you begin to cry
i said maybe if i leave
you'll want me to come home
or mabe all you mean
is to sting a silence in me

you're irresistible when you get mad
isn't it sad I'm immune
and i thought it was cute
for you to kiss my purple black eye
even though i caught it from you

i still think we're serious

[war is coming]
to be near you soon

i can see the stretchers
from a Hilton in Adelaide
eleventh floor
tiny teeth closing
on the horizon
almost invisible

not hiding
even the sea

right here in our city
we have room
for seventy of them
patients for our
white and black
overweight nurses
well designed
triple failures
pocketing the pills
bedside