abandoned on the road to death
because everyone
else goes to much more beautiful places
because i just sit and listen to piano music
from someone else's hard times
this is a
sad can of beans--
i taste blood on the lid
it
takes everything with it
as if beginning to speak
in some instant that never arrives
i kill it with wanting
a
whole day of giving others back messages
listening to
what the machine does
when nobody's watching
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