The skeleton of a beetle
buried on the hill
honeysuckle leaning against the stucco house
yellow leaves of grass
home
lying on the roof of a car on the car cemetary
looking for a certainty
-none found-
last words
indian summer cigarettes
hazel blonde
the sky at noon

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new york cars
the mafias wives
mozarella and nougat
we think we´re better than the mafias wives
fast cars and wine

skeletons of the city
buildings and cars
stretch
for kilometres
new york city

-big poem about hell- (psychotic music)