flying through this dusty wind
trying to find a safe place to land.
i’ve dirtied so much
Can’t find a fan, a safe place for the man.

sadness grinds at me like
the tire on my old car,
an old man, in an old bar
you know what that’s like?

straightening my glasses and posting the last thing, on my thing
blasted favorites
they are not more than me.

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