Wednesday 26 September 2012

It won't hold her

like a .22 to his temple and shot
one too many bright nights
snapped reeling truck lights
get out take a hit bar fights

don't sleep don't sleep don't sleep

you just need
a hot ham sandwich
you just need
to take a piss
you just need
to sort out the wires

them glasses look real good on you,
you oughta,
oughta,
take care of yourself brother

down through the rusted rungs
for three days and three nights
down to the very bottom

(up through the slime
  to the heat
  to take a breath
  at the apex of your jump
  stretch out your fingertips
  and sink back down)

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