there are not
enough curse words in the known world
that i could engrave on your soul
with the persistence of Mongol arrows
think of this
as the satisfactory breath
after ten 'f--k you's
said in the length of time it takes
to say 'Mississippi'
clearly
i want to outrun
the Elvin Jones drum solo
that is entering its second set within my ears
and i'm fresh out of tears
but overstocked on bitter words
in lieu of bullets
don't ask me for sunshine
when you see the dark moon settling in
if you appreciated the light more often
you would be able
to see past the shroud
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