For you, a montage
of eyebrows being raised
weeks after year-months
public transit on high.
Eat, drink, be manic
you know all you do
double-fisting metaphors
weak-stomached kung fu hugs.
Faculty of the daylight
lording over yourself
fast food on vacation;
four springtimes' liquor laws.
Back lawns' knowing pleasures
smoking at the moon
I donated your missions
you looked like shit that day.
Inhibit all your angels
decry our warmest verbs
you'll have me in the mourning
we'll spare you not a word.
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