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Found in spades
But never around
It\'s floundering in the surf
Of database searches
Where one plus one
Equals 3
Silver earrings and a comb
Sitting on my nightstand
From last night.
The squeal of tires and the crunch of metal,
A whisper in my ear
Telling me to have another.
My body is limp and tired
Skating home
But forgetting the address
I end up at your house.
Inside I see him, clapping his hands and singing hymns.
His eyes are bright yellow and jaundiced
But his mood carries the moon on shoulders
He cups your face and you smile
The smile I thought was mine
But never again
I stumble away.
There\'s a park bench made of needles
And a newspaper more ink than anything
I load the syringe and implant
Thirty CC\'s of propaganda
And let my emotions tell me truths
Your hair is in my drain.
You left it for me.
It\'s mine now.