Old Ways
A day of pouring gasolineover cardboard just to shovelall the ash pays incopper coated directdeposits afterward.The paint on the stop signsplintered from the dustnow just a hexagonpeople spray overwith their minds.I have seen wherethe city endsinto a vortexof dead endhighway exits outto sex shops and old mineswhere bats all drinkthe blood of runaways,too bored to […]
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