if  we had different homes
or ummm addresses then maybe you'd
see my value. i dunno, maybe i'd
see yours. can't believe you'd
not pay the tip, can't believe you'd
still be a trip but whatever now
i think i'll just remember green
and the way your yes looked
in the empty shed.

ok, show, stop telling begin to show.

yeah.7uy888888888888888888888888888888878

thanx budha

you always loved the way
she looked a few minutes after
she cried.






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i haven't writtten to you
in a while haven't been compelled
to break the training of the jeans
in the third drawer down
the pull of the muscle adjusted
by the crack of silence.

i have new respect for other
people's pain. mine is giving me
the effect i wished for from all
the paint fumes and sniffed glue
solder in the mouth, cyanide and sodium
smelts.  i gather the fixings for meds
and a velvet black bag, set them next
to my phone, keys, wallet. a list
of things to bring to work. automatic
is a  pre raphaelite remembrance
effort a retention pond dug in the planned
community, surrounded by a fence
fed by drainpipe.

i write exactly the thing to make you
leave me alone. i am jane's bitter pill.
don't call me hun, babes, i am not
your hollah back grrl.