oldie from my purdue days.

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i feel I'm the king
of this crossroads no more

something wrong, hon?
Is that suture to tight?
is it just right?
oh baby, tonight, we'll

live like the scum on 4th street
my feet fall in time with the banging between my temples
my sink stalled when it swallowed your stagnance
stoplights shining in no hint of Christmas
leaving us a bleak, blinking yellow

but still
it shone so beautifully off your oily complexion
sat and sighed (wished you'd cry)
i melted so simple
into the cracks on the wall

the end of our story came two hours too early
things could have ended so perfect (could have
ended so dirty)
but we all knew it was over when your eyes shot to a
blondhairblueeyedBradPittpileofmuscleandwit

i suppose walking home at 4 AM
would be awkward if not alone