creepy lodgepole forest
think alike, dont skip
telephone conversations
drunken brown sweaters
sleepy cursed drinkers
eat with your eyes
and drown your sweat
words wont freeze on refridgerators
it will never be cold enough
back to philadelphia
the construction was false
the notepad is thinning
she was grinning
and i was rising tall
the laughter was thick
and so were my dreams
vibrations were heavy
the blue was square
let it swallow shallow fishes
ill serve you several dishes
and die in a small quiet pew
endlessly molding dicks of schonkinite
(the end)
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