unless it is to read
all sky-borne
particles
back together
I am doing nothing
hands and arms bear lacerations
from unprotected dealings with twine
and wire
my joints been a perpetual sorrow!
Yet I must learn my ass to bear these awful times
peevishly maintain an arid distance
like a cat
Or an aristocratical
Hobo
in his goddamn dreams
Or an aristocratical
Hobo
in his goddamn dreams
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