all fucked and all
forgotten and a storm moving
in, a theory, a handful of pills on
the rim of the bathroom sink
dead man alone on a
minor island
phone ringing
in a january room
ask yrself the obvious questions
while darkness approaches
and come up with only
the obvious answers
the roof will collapse,
the basement will flood, your
children will learn to hate you
happiness runs like a river of
blood through all of it
daylight amplifies
ordinary fears
open yr heart to all
possibilities, and then run
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