Brief Case

i am not equal
to the stars

much less any junkie’s
point of light

my right index
fingernail has gone missing

i share a common tongue
with lawyers and sociopaths

a small white moth spends
the night in one of my shoes

so i avoid the paper
get my blood bath from the dawn

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red dawn over darkened hills

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