Making my way home
Through the toenails
Of the famous.
People who gather on
My jealousy's lawn
Aren't famous,
But they're on the billboards too.
Plucking out my hairs
Heralds a flock of poultry,
Flying? Away in fear,
Of my tweezers. You're next
And don't you try fly,
I clipped your wings,
So it will hurt if you
Run. I'm sorry.
Today was okay,
Alright, just fine,
Fair and middling,
Which is marvelous.
I forgot your name,
So I left my pants on,
Despite your hands on my zip,
My bleeding knees on gravel.
Bleeding knees that
Scabbed and healed,
Until I picked them clean,
And then until they bled.
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