500 stitches to his forearm
found him when the tub
watered blooded water on the
nice people below
he meant it but
gravity worked against him
like it daily does all of us
drove a van delivering pills
he was a whore still at 55
trying to live wasn't working
he had lost the last - stolen
chromed pearl key accordion
bought in a Kansas City pawn 12 years
past... right after the dry cleaner failed...
no matter how, no matter now
no matter...
he had learned to squeeze song one wet year
from a guy who drove a yellow freight truck
relay drive...
part of what made him who he was
stolen surely by some poor fuck
trying to get over on someone
like he felt someone might
have gotten over on him...
circle despaired circled despair
he said people just didn't love music anymore
it might be that simple
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