maybe i'm built for no good
like buildings that give way to
earthquakes
and the rain that
paths way for rainbows
maybe i'm made to do grave things
like
be the soil for coffins and
the ends of a broomstick
i feel sick to the throat but
it feels good
the nasty gutting feelings
all
vanish vanish vanish
i like to watch them disappear into
smokes
and
brain damage
and
sudden laughter
it feels good to dream again
it feels good to laugh
maybe i'm built for no good
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