found a suicide
king of hearts
no less
in Mexico City Blues
borrowed and
never returned
over twice in
sleep
found myself
trapped
between
desolation
and angels
wearing black stompers
this is all
very serious
forgetting the
writing thing
for now it is
useless
the bird above
is singing a song
and it mixes
well with the traffic
below and the Hendrix
machine gun riffs
moving him
nowhere fast…
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