Dress me down
Bear me down,
Down this arterial mine
That the hammer
Pounds and pulls
When stressed,
Inside our lover's
Empty chest.
One wonders,
But gravely
In blue gill chambers,
Not quite able
To break in the door.
The other,
Spent sewage
With a hint of sweet sadness,
Will make no haste
In towing the line,
Burying ticket stubs
In flesh along the way.
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