Types types I hear listin' from your tongue
A shocking defined border
Bubbling like ecstatic vital juices
raining in a non-void of childhood fun

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Fire truck on the freeway, traffic keeping up
Speeds off left in the unblinking evening musk
Smell of fish wafts,
sickening memories of love once common re-emerge

Stuck

Blaring a block behind
Bearing in I wrap my fingers on the wheel
it takes the corner behind me
the magnified planet up there in the evening cold leers and basks
over one cortisoluted fold