Yesterday evening someone died in a car crash
it’s raining today because of that;
on concrete, doesn’t soften anything .
Can you hear the ambulance wailing over the sound of
funk again?
Shine a light through my gullet doc
and you’ll see intestine walls lined with fishes
that I drew as a kid. Fishes, yeah. Plural.
Tried to warn them about war, doc.
Nobody listened.
I’ve felt love to be a grimy dirty thing
Like something shiny fell inside a gutter
Oh, I know gutters, still.
I know where things of curse bob their heads,
junk, jewellery and shit are friends
and that most people
like pictures, more than words.
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