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He liberated his wounds with liquor

At the bus depot on some side of Manhattan

Haunted memories pipe forth from a calliope on acid

Lingering hooks in skin pulling

Exposing fragile pulses running down the limbs

Suicide scars dancing in a lightning pattern way

And I am silver surfing in the French bakery downtown

Plucking pastries like Gorgon heads with raspberry eyes

Seedless souls run amok like mukluks

My head is electricity today

Exposing nerves like railroad spikes

In a world called stupid love

I waited at the station

With Interior Lulu

For a bomb to explode

To rain down good atomic vibes

And the people fall to the ground

We all fall to the ground