chewing on pigmeat
in the cold call economy
as three beers burn warm inside
making some memories
I know will be too intense to face
three or four weeks down the line
I'm in frankfurt or munich
this side of security one can never really tell.
we met atop a structure so hi-vis and vulgar
in infinite withdrawal, we were light-headed and lawless
making sense of any situation through that same old poetic cadence.
from colony to colony
the devil is in the decision tree
perfecting his exit strategy
I saw his face and I ceased to believe.
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