Poem: the headlights smile at hell

the headlights lights smile at hell
it’s september and blood clots in my calves,
there’s a surgical fistula
my left brain and the right,
foolhardyness and a vicious manic
i have been up for nights on end
thinking about taking a shit in the shower
and then cleaning it up, dancing naked
somewhere between the front door and the coat hanger
i have been eyed by greasy lewd pages
the pages have text on them
it’s my text, but i don’t recognize any of it
and it makes me want to pee in my pants
in front of someone, anyone
and dance naked
somewhere between the front door and beyond

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