thunder break the dishes of the sky
one never sleeps as late as daylight is a weird omen
to you the one without clothes
naked as a skinned peach
plagiarized glances stolen ambulances
I'm gone over the edge only wish to reconstruct
beautiful gardens under your blankets
maybe we haven't been speaking
of a stolen automobile
Breathlessthat's how I found you
watching a
movie not stealing automobiles
million birds along a clothesline
the telephone rings exploding into stars
hoi polloi grace sidewalks Sundays.
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