what of it?
where are you from?
Above me and my shit
looking down?
go round for a while!
twisting
twitching like the eyes on a dirty wall
you were rolling up the street like a marble kid
spilling words at the top of the hill
killing time at the price of a bowl between the rocks far
beyond you all
watching the ants busy with nothing
mocking cops speeding past the distant mall
busting other kids of glass
men of the mass movement of motionless garbage disposals
some zombie chick with a muscled bum douche hustler
not a cosmic warrior but a pseudo-psychonaut
who mostly drinks but trips sometimes
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