Interrupted sky.
Failed fingers
catches no
c lo u d,
climaxestoosoon.
City body, blinking eyes.
Street creases.
You look tired. You look tired. You look tired.
Humming bell jar.
A pendulum
Swings
to arrive
Swings
to depart
A bridge is a
bandage.
Crown of horns
Bleedingcars
Bleedingcars
Bleedingcars
I was STRUCK by promise
and now
I walk
with a limp.
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