I’m all jelly bone
and knee tremble
my brothel creepers
and crepe soul
slick with anticipation
tomorrow
is another
creosote sundae
but tonight
is a total eclipse
of reason
I bide my time
spilling my oats
on barren ground
to be washed away
in the menstrual cycle
my instruments
calculate trouble
word gets around
there are no secrets
in monkey town
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