untitled VII

I was born into the first week of December

That means the beginning of the end

 

Beside the last in the line of an emotional time

And the dynamo of practical men

 

My threshold is a tune to these sensations

Residing with residual sound

 

I get so low I need a little pick-me-up

I get so high I need a bring-me-down

 

Albuquerque, NM

The End

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