“it happens every time”

no matter where I go 

or what I do, psychotic people 

find me

“treasure trove”

your lack of evidence makes

me laugh as your children

smile at my jokes

“doesn’t he know i’m hungover?”

red-bellied woodpecker

jackhammers the gutter

above my window


i’m just a restless soul

on a dead-end road

and there’s no place to go

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