Fog rolls me out, then back in
dropped down the drain,
my brain, civically insane
Tide rolls in, then out
Listened to "Tainted Love,"
wondered what it was about
Amber alert
revolver
burnt toast on a rack
Tangiers, tiger,
stoned and stunted,
pacing the gated isle
Don't connect
to the music of regret,
not much hope for that yet
My eyes shine this way,
got dark at that,
some authority issues here
The marshmallow sky
seen only through a window,
to lie would be unwise
She is pretty over there,
in her green smock,
never meeting my mouth
Wish I could
go to sleep
touching her summer hair
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