schizophrenic summers

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it's humid out

and all my friends are smoking


i'm thirsty

i am shaking

and my mouth is kindling

i sing a dry buzz


the gasoline is silky

down my throat

a schizophrenic blanket

and all my friends are smoking


my mouth is kindling

and i swallow the sparks

and i burn like an effigy

in the summer

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