corded up threes and fives
and a six-pack
comes to nine-oh-two
got a dollar and a twenty and cherry chap stick
smeared on a single pathetic lint penny
can’t find a goddamn thing
too much of nothing
now I’ve got change and splinters
flame heads from the local book club
jump at my face
no fear of losing my vision
I’ve never even used it
tear up - newspaper smoke - go ahead and cry
everybody’s cold
boats on the move stay clean
cars on the road
get bug barnacles in their noses
and I’m at home playing poker with my wood
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