Sailing on the high seas
In search of fabled treasure
Huffing ether from a grocery bag
Absent-mindedly
Love has left us blind
Scrambling through the branches
Of the mauve-hued afterbirth
Of a pierced demon
When all is lost
I'll simply clap the light off
Simply pour a glass of fucking
Geriatric wrecking ball
Siren call of the
Generation XXY
Attorneys at sea: pray with us
As we might pray for thee
On the high fucking
Sea
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