I was stumbling along the streets
I was passing by vagrants
But they didn't fuck with me
Like they sensed my sickness
I vomited along the bushes
that seperated the homes from
the highway
Leaving a half-digested,
over-caffinated trail behind me
I could barely see a few steps ahead
The black plants growing
against the black houses
Black American flags
against the black sky
The only light the moon
glistening across my insides,
strewn allover some good samaritan's
front lawn
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