a phone stuck in it
a wasp lives in it
a spider walks upon it
the girls crush a bit
while they look for cigarettes
they try to walk in a straight line
they might be in love
I fall in love with people all the time
there is nothing to it
you just refuse to see them as they are
and then it is quite easy
she asks me for a slice and I give it to her
I like to see her innocent, begging me for life
I steal her sweater
she leans on a wall with her shoulders exposed
minus ten
then she's gone
then i fall in love with a guy whose name I forget
after he tells me the name of the girl he's still with
she's a natural blond
I just want him to buy me a beer
no serious shit
his hands are like locks
cold and black shuffling a cigarette
weighing my ribs
peoples faces are traps
and I don't have the
holy circle in my pocket
to help me stay away from
all this
the taxi hasn't come
the girls are drunk
they grind on each other
just to feel bad
just to send texts
snap chats of their
faces gone red
lips like white glue and
bodies round
it's all for you
and it's probably love
especially if they shut up
when you shut your eyes
especially if they live
far away enough
that the streets are still yours
a body is a body
you can find it anywhere
but mine is always filled
with cement
yours is gravel
but they are both smooth tarmac
when we let them loose
my mind is a trapper
silent in snow
catching wolves
just to see how they look
when they are unable to move
i try to behave
they way i was taught
i build a cage
and pretend to be tame
still nothing sticks
as good as shame
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