There are worse ways
To cope: Crying, water Some of us: Sex For example: In a flea market, by the time you come out with less money and more rabbit-fur-covered things, you notice the sock bunched in your shoe necessitating surgery and a bar. There are no solutions: Heavy machinery and drink Exist together Who are you? No accountant No keeper of company but bone A wise woman Knows it's the devil's house We envy The prisoners never made it home
The children all are gone Where rust and beetles settle Grown The corners keep nickels Sunk to the bottom of the Meditterranean Shower drains dust Tractors dig their own graves Just by sitting in place Collective land disputes We forget And ask Who's making breakfast |
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