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White Coats and Knives

I was so high

with guys in

white coats and knives

 

where the lights flickr,

and the wheels are as slick as your first time.

you got to fly the first time

 

in the big house, when you sold yourself, with joy

free from the fusspots

**** watching little grabby hands,

with their antiseptic crushed dreams

 

Car. House. **** *** Security. The Grave.

\

still walkin’ on the dirt

almost hungry to get under it.

 

what do you do with that -

cry wolf?

 

Stockwell - 28/06/2025 Melbourne

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2nd circle of hell
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