How is it that I am
What I am
When I want
What I want, I want no more.
No less, take a cue,
Stage left,
Get stupid,
Getting ruthless with two
Dreadlocked heads.
The people
All stare,
Hold gasoline and light,
'Let's get the fuck out of here.'
Neon pores through,
This is language,
Not what is written.
Dust in a glass
Held in fear,
A spinster
Of this,
My dear.
Staring at me.
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