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Oct 26, 2006 22:29

a macrocosm of atomic bonds tensing against
beggings of your friends and the mob of them
stanced in your room like butresses and pylons
bracing the roof up and floor down with stethoscoped
necks flexing to see you don't murmur away
and are you gonna welsh in the night leave stuffed
trashbags and pillows beneath your bedsheets
dribble out the window with the pills
and sneak with your fingers like guns just out
of alley lamp-light where cops may spot
your body a creekbed of silt hazy whiskey
water babbling to sea and you swear you see
islands standing on stick legs way out
in the water the same way you stand in
the draining bath and listento the slooshing
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