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Blind Joe Death
His eyes pooped out
How rude, his mouth seemed to say
Elastic bands couldn't prevent leakage
Its flip flopping irregular
the can is tossed to the rot imagine tulips rotting
There's the crack in plaster
that bothers you in bath of light
You get that Cathedral effect
I wonder why you are so stupid
It must come down to you thinking
and that's all there is to it
If feeling had a cot
in the birdman's cage
You still would want to escape
thought
Silly looking pillows about
smell of curry
A promising Iowa City nocturne
with plenty of cigarettes
and cheap beer