papers i do not read
spitting tea leaves
losing nap times
have you seen them on the block?
big wheelies in the project parking lot
big wheelies all down 1st ave
this end of town
another gray day is just that
dont get down on yourself
some people are so down that they dont say nothin
chicken bones and dog shit all around
other people are so down that they are in college
afraid of boredom more than most else
riding dirt bikes down 1st ave
poppin big wheelies and things
little curtain drifts
leaning jesus things
always a nap hiding
flowers sent from my iphone
funeral went on all day long
walked back and forth up and
down
buying things
it all seem so silly
it all seem like a duck
honkin when im steppin
i jolly your ribs and remember
the times we had
ah yes
you threw up, went to your room
blood ribbons i would tie a bow
i dreamed them down the sink
and that is why i am fond of you
waking up from the nap
13 deep they all wheelie down 1st ave
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