could listen
again–
maybe hear
new,
and not simply
replay
until
tune’s drained
of juice–
hard to hear
truth..
and listen
too.

nozzle stuck
in ear-
pump ‘er
up..
and watch eyes
clear?
like wipers won’t
with tears..
on bloodlust
night,
gaslight
red-
blinding in
bed.


would crawl
back
in
given free
choice,
should i bore
song-
i’ll grow in
voice,
chiming
on-
nightingale
summons
dawn.

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