Nicotine Suite (No.13)

baby's in the blanket
but not with me, dreams
I cannot sign for. the
squawks got up, a while
was a bus. hoses
snare the head, muscle
opens tank, scrawls
'wash me' on memories
no one put there. where
there's a want, a smoothie
stand is sure to follow.
Not me though man, crying
  fuck when the bag dumps
I got an hour of overdue
teasing vinegar still
from the plains east of here
a rat without predators
a bar fight set to summer of love.

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