i’ve scourged a patch
with my pissing.
my lungs,
in this case,
are just as bad as cancer-
eat and kill
the host
yeah,
chew yourself to death.
take a smell
the three august raindrops
are cooking on the asphalt,
the whores of the used surfaces
scrape, rake
sepulchre.
i don’t want this
to be another lesson.
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