brainstorming my
exit from city
sprawl
crawlin’ through
the cramps..
as i brave night’s
outside, street
lamps..
lumber
beside me,
i never face the
other side,
without first raising
shield to..
lean into night’s
sharper
nails,
what if tooth fairy
tires of teeth?
may next craving
drill a little
deeper,
what if sandman
falls asleep?
who’ll grant us
slumber?
flick me from the tip
of lit roach
onto
toasted side
of solace
isle,
we’ll watch the moon
sneak up on us
through
slits
of
palms swaying..
anticipating a toe dip
in the deep end of
denial when..
we fell
in.
Grumpy Gorman
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