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Vibin’ smooth as bass guitar strings,

those nights were as real as I’d feel

W/ the universe and our flings

& medication for meals,

Lickin’ the skin of this earth against my own,

Undressed of every mortal burlesque gristle & bone.


But now who am I? How hollow? How whole?

I can’t remember. Filthy as an ashtray, my mind’s


& I’m afraid. Drunk and grimy as opioid gunk,

crawling from the shade of thirty thousand thrills

all adrift in this soul.


From ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

Just another victim

of too much lust.

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