August 9, 2012

It is a torturous condition here
not being able to get rid
o of my girl & girls & hair
countless times now. I never have made
that appointment w/ the dentist to get the nag
off my back, and a kid
                      who wears

my spirit and gums away, still, OK
for what's being done, that which nothing does come,
whispers, 'not fair',
in all them time still under pay and hay
I grovel at the sum --
show my loves a modicum
                          of care,

in those all out nights, still, I went out all nights
driving us through (to exhaustion)
the blackened landscape of the XX.
Collapsed buck in the halogen sights
warrants much caution,
moreover, I, looking for the next . . . next

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