
this dead apartment
houses our confused faces.
lonely hands and long stares,
holding nothing but years
of deteriorating history.
i'll crawl through this trench
we created over and over again,
but this ocean floor was never
built fer two.
This is the stuff of altered awareness, the stuff of real live death, the stuff of extreme apathy, the stuff of eyes rolling back, the stuff of sleepless starving, the stuff of CHUCK WAGON and SAM MCMAHON.
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