somewhere between
baseball scores
and pancake desserts
lies a seething hatred
for my life
whether it be slathered in paint
or between the strings of a bass
in you, the scorned woman
and
easily found with the best laid plans
of record labels
or book publication vehicles
everything's done the hard way
and so pardon my indulgence
just for a moment
while i dream
of a great
black
final
violent
sleep.

NB @ 8:25 AM

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