carcinogen waves hit
this town like a bomb
(where will madness smile?)
no time left to run, too busy screaming
after that forgotten highway
to come back for us
for them
for me
Main St. 4 a.m. desolation many times
that short walk home
on dark pavement
under pieces of
streetlight / shards of familiarity
& no conversations
as many eyes sang
dangerously close to my veins
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