(from Spires of Ill
I.
Mercury
the guts of a tuba
silver before you
in tinny drips
confusing to nerves
fearing toxic contact
II.
Hammer of THORazine
pound the wildlife
from my salty water case
holding a meddlesome knob
wrapped in bone
set on you
for unhealthy weeks
shut out my lights
so i don t have to
i never asked
III
Casablanca
FOR YOU
a curtain of angry gunfire
is my idea of suggesting you board the plane with Lazlo
you never planned to regret it
not even tomorrow
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