last night
i knelt on a grassy slope
and an angel was speaking to me
but i wasn't listening
i got up halfway
and went to bed
and ignoring all the signs
i stared straight into the sun
with a smile as white as ash
i descended into that infernal jubilee
in the park where i was buried
i spun around chasing
my tail
and knocked your good
intentions to the ground
and then you were dressed
like a cluster of graves
as i circled the kitchen
table
like a wounded animal
pacing its cage
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