the shape on your tongue
is the heart's exploding verb
and if it shakes this old house down
it would do what our boots through the drywall could not do
we are lost with no regrets
we take our pills in paper cups
and scream from the toll bridge
that nothing's enough nothing's ever enough for us
mary, i think our friends will destroy us all
we are not so dangerous
we see the incest of our old friends
we see the squatters and the picket fence
and if the world that we once knew
existed at all it would soon fall apart for us
we're not the last
of some fake underclass
so we're not dangerous
we'll give it all back
should this house
survive us all
a layer of paint
on everything we are
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