Shake Hands Goodbye

Look out an Eastside window,/ lined in serge, blue./Search the house for cash,/then split for Terry’s,/mark the field posts:/this was our deal./Importantly, we consume,/our lives in dangerous rites/where you can barely breathe./Go beserk, or wait till it happens./Fake fruit and gemstones,/on shelves at the Five And Dime./Repeat yourself, pour treasures on dirt,/we take our last walk/ through the killing doors./You can spend your youth on vitality./Young, though not strong.,/From clay that’s human./Then again; here’s your old friend!/How we’ve grown!/Guess it’s due time to be/ offspring from different trees./ Look out an Eastside window/lined in serge, blue./It’s like motifs in magazines you leaf through.

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