Curled inward against the pole
dripping from corners
onto asphalt
paving a dangerous world
edgy and precarious
littered with pretty swords
littered with pretty swords
so I take soft lurching steps
past what places might get me
given a chance
fact of life
past what places might get me
given a chance
fact of life
be eaten just like that
keep an eye peeled is right bro
against what
keep an eye peeled is right bro
against what
I don't know
but for God's sake don't stop looking
until a dry wind flies the flag again.
BK
BK

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