wash the spine out of your dirty sex
mind like a rusty stunt
bent toward winter on a hunch
cross-mapped coordinates clap
like the wings of tin moths
nighttime porch lost, a raft adrift
cutbacks make cutthroats of us all
cleaning what's left
from the bristles of its craw
one hand a crook, the other all flaws
irregulars gone wild
in the wind of another misadventure
creeping toupees scrabble down ways disappearing
reappearing in the mouths of the mewling young
outgunned and downcast , but not undone
mind like a rusty stunt
bent toward winter on a hunch
cross-mapped coordinates clap
like the wings of tin moths
nighttime porch lost, a raft adrift
cutbacks make cutthroats of us all
cleaning what's left
from the bristles of its craw
one hand a crook, the other all flaws
irregulars gone wild
in the wind of another misadventure
creeping toupees scrabble down ways disappearing
reappearing in the mouths of the mewling young
outgunned and downcast , but not undone
i get a kind of medieval apocalyptic feeling from this: hunch, craw but then outgunned & toupee make for now.. love it
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