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he wishes for water or even the simple allure of nectar

sweat sticks to his spine  like the crease of a fresh book 

i brake softly still wrapped in plastic feelings

fuel-injected birds narrate the churning traffic

he agrees for ten minutes until baby Narcissus stumbles out of his tender pram

Musings about the psychology of people.

crumbs crawl into the painted veins of her jeans

molding them into his coffin of thoughts

the headlines rinse his thoughts

during work between the pulse of my ballpoint drawing fast cartoons