Buried under clown-noses
A childhood gained satisfied fat
Flickering careless men of night
Let me see a horror world of grainy hyperbole
Good linen sleep, torn
In the bite of toothy stupor
Intellectuals stubborn pronouncements
Sink in, optimism dead-drunk and exhausted
But the notes you banged out
Minor chords
Hum and whir
Always
Now
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