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[#35]
“hey ugly building” by Travis Jeppesen.
  • hey ugly building
  • over there
  • what are you
  • supposed to be
  • — a convent?
  • I know
  • you like to
  • look at the
  • boys on bikes
  • riding past
  • just as much
  • as I do.
  • Too bad all
  • time has wilted.
  • Now I am lost
  • in myself, a
  • canary without
  • juice in its skull,
  • let alone its beak —
  • oh, I am heartily
  • wasted. Beneath
  • me I hear a
  • breath, but it’s
  • not yr sound
  • — it is only
  • the mattress,
  • crumbling.

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