Extinguish my anger,
detoxify mind.
Cruise city streets
to get out of a jam.
Raspberry juice
stains your porcelain hands.
Only you don’t see
the mess you’ve made
of yourself.
Rockababy myself to calm state
highways could take me
to Kalamazoo.
Save it.
For a rainy day, sleeping man, to cushion his head
before he wakes the next day to toast yesterday’s jam and tomorrow’s butter.
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