blowguns sending messages and bullets
across a busy street
open sign
flickers
bartender flips a coaster...
and that's all i remember
from a minute ago
thats why i type this here
why i hit publish
fell down a stairwell
in my ER dreams
brought back some more:
making the most of this
shimmering overhead
stepping onto a breezy porch
waiting for the light to fall out
around us
like tiny leaves from some manicured bush
a cyclone whips them like
white trash snow
up into your car window
they will form a new stereo
or patch up rusted pockets
fuel your ride from home to milwaukie and back again
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