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a bad one

maybe you’ve looked for it nights before
between the beads of bourbon
in the pages of a thesaurus
a tongue,
a cherry stem,
a knot that’s tied too tight
could you cry Saturn to sleep
jam yourself into a pea,
and jam me underneath
could i go on
a quest for hydrogen
try to put you down on paper
you appreciate the intoxication
and i don't mean the booze
this is all just
some translation
as graceful as a noose
as perfect as perpetual motion
ugly like the concrete
in your knees
eight out of ten times your mouth would betray it
what's a good thing
if we never made a bad one

10 Oct 13

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