Amongst

         friends in here
i'm entirely understandin'
of the cause pretendin'
in the course of the demandin'
i can see the freedom where you
left yr cigarettes burnin' on the kitchen
counter, blue to the dirt hotel
deep in the poop
I've felt that way
sometimes
deep to the knee
to the hip
but I've always
and just in time pulled out of it
just before the tearing;
she was over-ripe
like an old grape on vine
Past time...the season gone by
A bicycle wheel of up
  and out
Driven in scabby knee'd fury
  by the small boy;
he pretends he's a monkey
and a monkey somewhere
pretends he is him.

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