come up to me
there lie the outsiders
who live outside
come up to me
and then close
the door
behind us
i know
not to tell you
everything
i know
immanent
riddlic
like
who sees
but is so rarely seen?
who is the one wounded
whose wounds
don’t show?
the humming
in the blood
says yes,
why not
a zebra print dining room
where no one
can eat
but us
all the questions
the curious one
won’t dare ask
you’d answer
anyway
perpetual
sun like
the japanese jazz scene
still
cool
drawn
to the unbright twilight
drawn
to shades
drawn
the gray supremacy
of fog
filtering out
the valley’s
noise
do the deed
then ditch the girl
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