This
Ain't No Boogie-Woogie
I am against calamity
My sill is full of oranges and back talk
No and no and no
Utterance is an austere sentence
I
wail
Waterbuckled scrabbled in charred
Bits & cracklings
[ ]
riprap
I have little death-tills
neuron
[ ]
Wrappingsthatshakeinthedark
I am wet, sleep heavy and itch
DA-doo-da, DA-doo-da-da, DA
DA-doo-da, DA-doo-da-da, DA
[
] When I am
Dead, no longer
Mourn for me than you can hear
DA-doo-da, DA-doo-da-da
Then,
Decant me into paradise.
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