8.02.2004

here

this is how it is/was supposed to be for me

wide open spaces alive broken places

glass bottle tops empty snack boxes smashed cups

queen w/ filthy mouths dirty water dogs

old youths new handshakes future balers

raid lunchrooms for milkcrates peers fascinated

by thick loose thighs overpriced trees expensive

cars bootleg brand name clothes bored church

going icy house Astacio overprotected jewels

babies makin babies passion flowers blossom up

history repeats itself tomorrow will be that song

that gets played out too quick

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