your face is sticking to my brain
like a wet t-shirt hung up in the
bathroom after we jumped in the
deep end….
vocals rise night static the beach house we
sway to midi music call ourselves karaoke
Tonight I pray to the memory of Li Po
To Rumi to Bukowski to Sandburg
And the living uncaring soul of Bob Dylan…
one time a guy told me i’m a less hot alison brie and i thanked him
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We sing
I close my eyes
We dance
I can’t breathe
The war goes on
They’re stocking drones
Sowing bodies
In wartime tones
Beneath the sand
