one of three

And I will go to the pizza place

   where the sleeping harlot waits,

   when my eyes go hot and full of


A man emerges from beneath the stairs


When the snowflakes start falling from the sky

A small bird wheels and jackknifes 

   far down the horizon

They’re going to take it away from me.

Wheres the lady

   the ringmaster chimes

Three times over

   until the end of time.

This is what the Rathskellar is like

   gaping and terrible

   everyone was so friendly.

So you grew up here?

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