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Was waitin' in my bed for the bugs to stop bitin'
before my time to put in to the clock would start
but I had only been watchful for five minutes
when the alarm buzzed with alcoholism and my
knees tightened through charlie horse spasm.

why don't you blend titles more often, thought.
why don't you do remixes, remakes, peace plans.

I tasted blood on my tongue before falling back down
and closing my eyes to wake up in the dream of
the alarm clock once more, the fiction of it all more
extraordinary than de-pee-viewed once more.

Take your arms from around your back and shout
equality before making way down the wooden steps.
I was in my apartment for five minutes after a bomb
exploded outside in the blacktop, outstretched hand.