Only the blond leaf buds
Despair at the frost.
For us it’s investments in baggies
And hoods for the war effort
That crawls up the tree bark
Gnawing impressions of city
Streets and names like Bandwagon.
You get me a pair of hypodermic
Bluejeans. You get me.
Get me
Out of this place.
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