through the grocery store your nervous music
moves around the pickles in their jars
your nervous music blurs the faces
of my oblivious enemies
as they order their meat from my soul
your nervous music on a telephone porch
kissing unexpectedly me makes me loving when
the rooftops are drunk in a war of headlights
your nervous music when you shockingly love me:
I fall off a barstool and end up president of the world
a linoleum ocean smeared with violent lipstick
comes up to meet me and I
rent a room from your nervous music
nervously bringing my instruments into it
sniffing a rug on fire
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