eyes were on the cut just above the knee it ran deep i still see it when i sleep blood red meat muscle torn neat oblivious to those who stopped to stare who called who cared who made the noise that filled the air with screams cries and jiggling insides was how he didn't know what to do or who did what to whom which part of it was proof and what was merely half-true the cut didn’t care about us it simply bled the blood that used to be on the closed circuit see now it’s public domain and ain’t it a goddamned shame because he could run man he could do things you wouldn’t think anyone can never dream of it even at night like a high jump or quick lunge in two steps he could cheat death but i think that’s all done look at him now and think hard how it’ll go if the medics don't show if the blood doesn't clot and the screams don't stop until the air feels quiet and the echo life-science of young and of yet all the things that you will forget like when to push back and say 'all set' when to count the money from the alabama bets when you’re building something when you’re sparing necks
but then my shoulders get cold around three thirty and i start to feel dirty
from the wasted time
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