at the back porch
creaking
dripping
its a grey dawn
like the night holds a grudge
and
birds sing seamlessly
and
the
evergreens
shine
dull
with night rain
i have cigarette and a think -
i've got this far
yes
i've got this far
deep
into the fart of darkness
or -
i'm sick
therefore
i am
and i think that'll do for now
as
my
bowels
are
begining to quake
and
they always have words
more profound and relevant
than
i
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