the babe blind
to the teeth of giants
had boil-in-the-bag positivity
glowing in his eyes
like a back lit lobotomy
& he said
'you dont know what worse luck
your bad luck saved you from'
& time was
i would have let this fool be
standing there machine washable
in his wipe-clean tie-dye corner
with his one drug experience
& his ironed supermarket jeans
with his one drug experience
& his ironed supermarket jeans
but i said
'thats a losers mantra
youre dying on your back foot
where is your anger ?'
he always carried a zippo you know
'thats a losers mantra
youre dying on your back foot
where is your anger ?'
he always carried a zippo you know
clumsy & self conscious with it
& just for other people to use
& just for other people to use
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