the ways almost down
cosmic constant, sneaks
to be diluted
pinned down with
prison franks
playing footsie
not a long ride
loveless daybeds
abandoned signals
fighting eyes across trafficked lies
earthern worms
bait filled cells in bread
tape worn in xrays of osiris
skipped eventually in tag
enough to walk down
walking home, down
further than, better days
sinkers on a string
blankets of kelp, poisoned
and learned
the baby won't need a pack of smokes
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