In August 2013
I spent a lot of money
but more time was spent
blowing my brains out
with my finger in the shape
of a loaded gun
the blood in copious volumes
on the carpet just outside
your bedroom nowhere
You didn’t hear any gunshots
just the sound of dropped
live microphones on shadows
I dreamt I clawed through a redlight
in slow motion
and the word meterer I kept
tripping over the ers
and thinking of the stick people
the people with stick limbs
and sad faces nowhere
now here.
now here.
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