I知 a red-blood suburbanite vein
running through the cruel flesh
of this destructive town
that wants to eat me alive
strange suicide
and I知 leaving
just when staying would get tricky
I知 traveling a hundred miles closer to the sun
the time is right for leaving poems
the weather turned while I was sleeping
I woke up angry
and couldn稚 figure out why
when I write about love
it falls asleep on me
it steals my crumpled paper money
from the bedside table
and everyone who thinks they understand
is seriously mistaken
I知 still waiting for life
to take off its fishnet stockings
wipe away the red lipstick
look me in the eye and level
before I build my house on sand
so I can stop getting hit
with all this
boring
and senseless
tragedy
I知 running away from a lot of things
but sometimes
it痴 what you have to do
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