the dream you wake from sweating
the prayer
the curse
the beautiful song
the new friend
the old one walking away from it all
loaded like me
avoiding police
she speaks truth and still i rise and say where is my new typewriter ribbon
she smells whiskey beer and marijuana
she wants cocaine but only if
with adopted dogs sleeping
the piano plays as my typewriter keys boom ka-ching a poem
my little girl
with bootie her bootie my bootie
down the road making money
riding away
toward home
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