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neatly rake up
 
but you can buy a picture
with a thousand words.
 
ashley's death
how we met.
 
under the bridge in brockport
 
hummingbird kisses on the arm's of the junkies
in rochester,  
a city drowning as we speak.
 
manifesting down streets
paved with lamps and martian blood
 
go rawr
 
all the way down to monroeville
for the largest gathering of zombies
the guinness book of records has to offer.
 
and the
fake virginities  
sold on the beach
back by my old house
 
under the pillars of the UB pond
is where i ended it
 
and i don't know why?