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Resuscitate The Worm
Julio kenneth strayed from the light, but hid a candle
To savor his time alone when he’d drink with his shadow
Obscured and out of touch, he would never share a bottle
I gave him his space, though i never cared for the asshole
And i wish i was better
As if i could ever be
Cheyene, the musty, a dirt clot, looked at girls half his age
Undressed with his white eye, some barely passed puberty stage
An uncle to every daughter, no skirt or blouse was safe
From the wretched hex put on by his fowl disdainful gaze
And i wish i was better
As if i could ever be
Black magic is what the other burros called javier
He had a way of making shiny objects disappear
Without magician tricks, smoke screens, or the use of mirrors
He was a profound mystic who had to pay his dealer
And i wish i was better
As if i could ever be
Blondie now dry as a manikin, though i suspected
This cat would give up the ghost before he would a habit his dyer need of color, the way his mouth foamed rabid
Ask me, he high on something other than dianetics
And i wish i was better
As if i could ever be
A friend who has less need for his legs than he does for shame
Carries his dowry with him, a cold aluminum cane
Ready to shoulder the kindness of strangers who seek blame
For his lost identity as he takes another name
Molly my apprentice who read more books than i could burn
Was starving for something, he did not know enough to yearn
So i broke out a bottle of mescal and said now learn
To lap down your knowledge till you resuscitate the worm
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