the bottle of resolve
for pet stains
on the darkened desk
crusted white
source magazine torn to shreds
glistens in the night
a tear stained hallway
lit by failure
carpeted with hair loss
and furnished with bankruptcy
spirits in the chimney
chimney sweep in the phone book
not having been retained
for chimney sweeping services
cause that shit is haunted
i finger my gold chains
brow heavy with sweat and
teeth clenched with sweat and
pants grey with sweat
stacks of ones
litter the pale landscape
a chair toppled, a weight
a weight there
a melted platinum stench
where did it all go
and where did it all not
things i mutter under my breath
as i walk to the carriage house
both of us in disrepair
lost everything, and found
an endless column of ghosts and lies
crack another steel reserve
and the soul just dies
the dogs need to go outside
the dogs need to go outside
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