you were yourself while your flesh
was nimble
but the brain has a way of
stumbling into
corners and caverns
and red spattered patterns
till you
like a baby barely awake
eyes as empty as urinal cakes
i figured maybe, anyway
empty is our merriment
empty is our merriment
you were yourself in your skin
womb shaking
knit in varicose veins your whole
body was naked
collapsed on the slab we're
awaiting the hour
when you
like a baby barely awake
eyes as empty as urinal cakes
i figured maybe, anyway
empty is our merriment
empty is our merriment
like a baby barely awake
eyes as empty as urinal cakes
i figured maybe...

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