while you wait to see my life unfurl
i think about your dope arm
withering magnets and poles
piles driven / facts grown old
other negative stuff
the constancy of murder, for instance
and all the waiters in long island
i'm talking brooklyn baby
i'm screaming queens
i'm dragging bodies
thru the quays
to mass graves / mantled with leaves
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