THIS IS WHY THERE ARE SEDATIVES

& my brain
is thinking 

about my brain
with my brain

like a ladder trying
to climb itself

a mirror turning its back 

in a mad effort to see

IN THE ALLEY BETWEEN CHILDHOOD AND BILLS

if the gods are anywhere
theyre
in
the
silence when we stop - at last - for breath / time out
and
a
cigarette / muffin / a walk streetside in notime

maybe theyre 
in
the
back stairwell / under the steps
in
that nowhere corner / that leftover space
with
the abandoned decorators wooden ladder
and
the bike lock locked forever / arrested and undeveloped

hiding 
from 
what
they
did - taping up wounds / retired and ruminating 
in
the
alley
between childhood and bills

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