nothing more than feelings
to be alive & to feel that way: to be here like a smooth black worry stone there like a circling red tailed hawk everywhere like hunger like music like hydrogen like faith like the blood on the back steps of the Beauty Shop to be alive & to feel that way: to be strange like a charmed quark afraid like that face in your mirror empty like a row of yellow plastic chairs in the Greyhound Bus station in Dayton Ohio at 3am on February 19th, 1977 to be desperate & relentless like a shiny new stripmall proud like my parents on their wedding day shut down like the Troy Street Pool Hall on...
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