"Pizza, Dogs, And Other Pretties" Poem by Jeremy May

I thought maybe a conversation between the two of us could be a calming expierience...How can I be so blind? How can I see a tick on you and not feel the ones on myself. I am solo, I am drunk, dancing in the mud. Putting around town in a used volvo with the white walls. A meter would be nice. A bullshit meter. I could go forever on other peoples stacks.......
Your body and your face are very well organized cromazomes. Lucky you.
Lucky me. Yea lucky me..(?)
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