Stickers on your toes
fingertips looking for somewhere to go-
a river of candle wax
follow that boy, that boar, he’s seen the trap!-
saxophone shoes
they play notes you’ve already taken of,
replace the horns on your boots
pushing down Agassiz
shopping cart full of tear drops
from that CEO prostitute next door
gettin’ stuck
glue to hay,
Threw my reins on the vine
in the muck, on the panels
twenty-three apartments
the fumigation stuck.


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