sabato 12 marzo 2016

springtime and the promise of an open fist.

Merciful mosquito
Peeper in the night rides the trainhorn to my bed
Huddled undercover
Fuck that heater
My accessory
I am so delighted I burst into
Raucous laughter
All I know
I go to work with the sunrise
And isn't hope what the fuck I'm here for?

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