13 Nov 2014, 3:22pm
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Railways and aleways

Can we knock over a liquor store?
I know we’ll be good at it
My calm and stoic demeanor
Your smile as you stab the clerk with a nail file
He’ll know we didn’t just come for milk

We won’t leave with it either
Hallelujah
The jails are broken
The winds evoke loud soothing conch shells
Men and women sauna ing together
More scandalous even than the Romans

But would you
Could you
I call to the cat in my lap
Who looks marvelous this evening

I don’t own a boat, or I would be sailing to it already

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