COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
as never before
back on the
block,
we can shutter
and stop.
ignorance is bliss,
I guess.
at the goose colony
it's high season
in a city that keeps
eating itself,
and every time
a phone rings
the earth shakes.
righteous
and sick,
sing
and rejoice,
be forgotten.
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