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Wrap that cord around my neck
and choke me with my silly ruby dreams.
I’ve had enough.
I lost two fingernails this week
and the streetlights ‘round here
all want me dead.
Wrap a bag around my face
and plug me into the nearest wallsocket.
I promise I’ll smile at you
if you smile at me.
Oh no, I don’t know any secrets.
Ask somebody else.
The moon tonight is a dirty olive
and I think I’ve misplaced my recourse.
Stand me on a chair.
Bag my face and tell me I done bad.
I’ve had it with dirty dishes
and clean starts
and I must confess,
I find this life strange.
My sky is white walls and white floor
and I forget just why I’m here.
Wrap a collar around my neck
and leash me.
No. I know no secrets but this one:
the chainlink fences out here
sometimes speak in poetry.
Nights I dream of a landscape
like an endless chessboard.
Mountains far in the distance
and shadows pushed by feelings
they cannot name.
In the mornings I wake with questions
in my skull like hornets.
Wrap me in a flag and send me home.
I have no further use for this place.