you can tell by the clever shape
of my mutating scars
walkways lead to the insensate grinder
I watch from the weird strength
of twisted trees
I creep under humming concrete bridges
with my sacks of rejected merchandise
making robotic battery powered spiders
that recite the Constitution of Hell
blue jays and bright red cardinals
are landing on the smoking line
where I am jolted
drinking your intoxicated messages
now burst and fading to some greater sky
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