can i get it in the mornin
like times when i get to
work and think about what
im gonna do later but there
is nothing else. just
white space.
looking out across the
hudson river is a mirage
of america. its not america,
its a river next to a
financial center.
and for some reason i can
only think about what it
would be like to take lives
for a living, through it seems
like not a good job. there
is some romance in killing
people yourself.
in a silent fog next to
a great river i emerge
as from the fires of a
quiet comfortable hell.
i glide like a boat or a
dream with a firearm
attached to me. and
finally i slip into a dark
compound and end
whatever thing living
there might have
been making me
feel unhappy, cutting
the world again, making
smaller pieces for
us to try and see.
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