Then
too when yesterday arrives
And I look especially shitty in the mirror
Shaving
and mad at my performance
In
last night’s nightmare recently ended
Saying
to my face why didn't you
Pocket those magic emeralds
You Goddamned
fool and I keep
Trying to
remember something then
When afternoon later appears
Swaying loosely in
the dining room
Like
an alcoholic Christmas tree
That’s
when I recall I dreamed you
Wielding
the violent violin of desire
And
playing the holy fuck out of it
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