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Moonlight the chicken wire, humming window pane
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty
Big town's in need of mending, street lights make tooth seams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the

Different strokes for different so
Mind your manner and on the ethnic jokes
It's a curve, you're trying to tally
All the way down to bone alley

Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt
Buildings rise fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle the drapes
Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire

winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey
Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day and the
They hit their corners, the thunder rubs their bones and the crack
Addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to Jones

Different for different folks so

Seven-thirty-two on the same day, bare feet on the parquet
And the light so papery white shining the microwave
Knuckles to and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing the window gable