.'what was that?' as the stuff that I spout leaves my lips
There, a crack from behind from some cat with a death wish
And the twitch takes the trail south to my heels
To the homeless steel toe capped itch
And though hipped up on black juice with red eyes and fists
The sight of my futur.
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