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Hidden alley arrow marquees
Light kindergarten paintings,
And old men tell of divine universities;
Their skulls growing tall
like sidewalk flowers.
And all the midnight bugs
Are doing drugs,
Getting stoned from streetlamps high above.
They dance with each other
'Til they die.
And I know their names
And they know mine.
And one asked me once
If I knew the time...
My brother holds an injured eye
Under naked motel light,
A likely soul for the capital fire,
And dry as false hopes
Seeking short-minute kin
In early alley mornings,
And cold unforgiving.
I wish I had an answer.
There are few kings, and they are not you.
And when they turn their backs,
You turn yours too.
It's such an easy fix, it flows
Like pipe between the bricks.
I was looking for you the moment I met you.
It's time for you to come home.
