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Family of cockroaches
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Another evening stretches out
Upon the BrokeDown's
Massive shattered machines
And poor starving heartbeats
Like an unwashed bedsheet.
The stars are murky-looking,
The sky more like a swamp-
Squinting for feeblest flickers
Beyond the sallow smut.
I like to think I am a thinker;
I like to kick back and smoke
In my sweaty leather chair
With a family of cockroaches
Tickling about thru my hair.
Minus that family of roaches
Minus that family of roaches in the hair, shivers! But true, the success of a poem before 10P.M. is indeed a good thing!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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