i see the tree trunks, they are contemplating deceit,
cracks in the concrete smile at me
from a gray, crumbling porch.
the bathtub is hogwash,
containing the severed antlers
of a schizophrenic reindeer.
fuck if i know, watching the horizon
dip into the xanax cauldron.
god damn it, rainfall inside grenades
wilting into the smell of a stale cigarette.
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