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[ HH ] Unclean
Can you please point out to me
which way the wind is blowing?
The weathervane atop the trailer
seems to be broken
Not quite certain whether I am coming or going
knowing I just can't seem to sit still
while time speeds up in a peculiar slowing
I'm not clean
neglected like an infected rash
I'm not clean
Doctor needles strewn about
a heaping of white trash
Can you please tell me
will the sun ever shine in the sky again?
The darn shades in my room
refuse to roll up for some odd reason
Maybe I should take it as a sign
It's no longer Sunny season
I'm not clean
---a life sized doll overgrown by crabgrass
I'm not clean
Beetles drowning in a discarded
glass beer bottle
Mama
She had a baby
and its head popped off
I said,
Mama had a baby
and its head popped off
Deflowered
by his loving hands
that began to choke and throttle
Nothing special
now just like any other weed
Papa,
Was it everything you hoped for?
Like your precious medicine
you insist you can't live without
and always seem to need?
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