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listening to the big trucks outside in the raindrops

plink plinking symphonies insomniac

like the sweet kung fu that it is

this room is never dark enough

it's too smoky and cluttered, it never smells like her anymore

it's got a vague defeatist attitude

cobwebs where the ceiling meets the walls

and her might be breathing, but i'm unsure

i'm only ocean, washed up to kiss her

when forever was never long enough

it took its drinks in shattered cups

it called the revolution child's play

her might be anything on park bench, on swing set

wherever her stops the world

from it's spinning, spinning, now we're dizzy

all fall down, still no one's winning

duck duck goose, slug apple juice

wave at the man rides in caboose

now he waves back

now we're someones

i lost control of my dreams in a place

that still seems

to be to me

a little bit different

every time i remember it

my earth is odds and ends

scattered by winds and then

set down

in time zones

unaware of mine

her neck be broken

i can see by the way that it sways when there's a breeze up

on a psychedelic loop but the coloring's mixed

still the real world satellite crashed

her bring her shopping cart back real slow

stop to check the carnage

it's like you couldn't even believe it

her take another slight step forward

until sure that it's me and only me beneath the rubble

still breathing, but barely

her asks if i'm okay, i say yeah, okay, i think but maybe...

her says i wish you were dead

Author's Note

you know how some people break up and stay friends? that never happens to me.