walking pants loose from the music and LED lights
gnats waltz around the red&blue street lights
walking from my friendships looking for
a belt in rusty streets missed calls and I’m
walking from them please lie and tell me
you don’t close your eyes on long drives
I am a Pre-Cannibal Armie Hammer
walking to the gas station for one cig
I end up getting a second to not throw up
lights get duller and the smoke helps my
shadow hide from the seeking sheriffs
driving at Texas speeds in Midwest freeze
I am a Pre-Cannibal Armie Hammer
little tiny shorts and an open shirt and strolling
like it’s North Italy he’s handsome like a fox that
gnaws on its tail behind church bars, empty parks,
tidy hospitals, and under the bridge he whispers
I am a Pre-Cannibal Armie Hammer
I try to take a different path but in the distance
he awaits me gripping on a dog-eared novel
wearing some poor man named Paul Smith
Grill you on a Black + Decker G48TD from Home Depot
the novel’s chewed-on words seemed
enough to me his point across he asked me
How much for the nails off your fingers?
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