falling asleep
I move against the dead action
bound by the feet
sprint away from dead action
the blurry pile of clothes
and forgotten paperbacks
keeping awful hours
and dreaming of a pact
white shirt and jeans
and I’m wearing the same thing
I greet them with an axe, move it through their chest
collapse in dead action
ran back to the trees
and cowered underneath
god did I wanna live
with hands around my knees, my dead action
ushered to the future by the bloody JFK
thought I knew Kennedy parts the other way
introduced this kid
he says he’d be my son
I can’t believe my dead action
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