the drone doesn’t know
same as it ever was
truth is it never was
jumped jim crow just to have it known
that you wouldn’t let it go
it’s best for both of us
you know why
don’t look at my eyes
you might have to decide
that brown isn’t as blue as black is white
that couldshe wouldshe shouldshe might
this room felt a lot of tears
in those pre dawn years
where phone calls and whiskey
would have you believe that
four green lights make a green sea
that who you were talking to
was listening
man we don’t understand anything
no let me think for a minute
wai-wait
no
that’s just p l a i n bullshit
it’s not anything
that we want to understand
it’s everything
evv err eee thing
are you listening
has the port
in the storm
become
only the kissing
the missing the wishing
listing insisting
that surreptitious be swallowed
not watched or written
2:48 a.m.
hiroshima bound
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