The city of God against the pagans
I have a seat up front
Baseball season is fast approaching
I don't hate him on Thursdays
He took me to the games
That much I can say
I'll give you that
And she took me to the theatre
I'll give her that
Just
Read Jesus' son
Recommend it to the highest
I want to write something half Dillard half Johnson
I'd be happy not reading it out loud
My voice has been shaking lately
Swollen knees
Soft piano
Pink canals
There seems to be fluids on the floor, two inches deep
I sweep my jacket over my naked shoulder
And part my lips
And someone snaps a black and white January
And someone holds me on their private refreshing car
Sipping fizzy water in my pajamas I feel like my mountain has arrived
I've been in so many apartments it's embarrassing
And wonderful
Just awake enough to know I'm exhausted
Heavy friend with kings of kings of kings of kings
Skin and Toast
PS It's not a Chicago thing. On the south side the only way to save your parking space is to get your kids to lay down in it, face down. Your red cones and card board boxes get shot on the south side. Even Linda had a gun. And she drove an 84' silver ford tempo. Two door. Please.
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