In the meantime
cabs and sparks
splash up black polyester coat
meant for space invasion
by way of hotel elevator and text message.
We are never too far gone
for change so believe and don't let go.
this I tell you with my mind as if sage
across American bedrooms
on invisible Santa Claus transit
unimaginably fast so that it hits boom
as you Pepsi grin patrons or cone head
the nights sheen, those crazo feelers,
that kissy pink knuckle in your chest yes,
he not busy being born is busy dying
or in other words
call me after work.xx.
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