sardine / ina / crushedcan

wake up snort

sport of pops and bath water,

oughta get out.

get a gun, put ’em down.

only to annoy,

only to stagger,

grab a drink.

pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

inhale.

again poppin, angina rid of,

i smell of booze and bad dreams

— did i kill her? —

fuck it, im the invincible

and ethereal king kong.

i smash buildings and bar stools,

bars and patrons,

educations and cops,

haves and have nots.

fuck

— is she alright? —

exhale.

hail a cab,

home to dominoes

and cleaning imaginary blood

off imaginary knifes.

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